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 Adrian Carlisle's Travels, Astraea
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 Posted: Aug 19 2016, 08:31 PM
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Autumn, Night

After his escape, everything was quiet. Adrian would find himself in the residential district after he fled from the Rosses' home, and at this time of night all activity seemed to be indoors. There was a chill in the air, marking the coming of winter and driving out any that would be in the streets. Until he made his way toward the market streets and the city center, away from this district - which would not be hard; the back alleyway he'd took would dump him onto an open road, with only the homes to his back and cobblestone ahead - it would be relatively quiet, other than the distant sound of the sea and the wild pokemons still about.

But no one from the Rosses seemed to have noticed his absence, and if they had, no reactions from them were forthcoming. It meant that Adrian had a breather at least for now, long enough that perhaps he could meet and greet whatever was inside the pokeball he'd stolen. The streets were empty enough, if he so wished, but he would also pass a small park to the side: a little green space filled with closed flowers and tall deciduous trees with orange-gold leaves, and enough foilage that would mask his presence from those wandering down the main road.

The silence would be broken, however, perhaps ten minutes after Adrian's escape. Screams from a bird tore the air, ringing in Adrian's ears; clasping his hands over his ears would only muffle it, not mute it. A mass of dark wings took to the air from multiple buildings, passing in front of the full moon - and stayed there.

Down below, on the ground where Adrian was, the moonlight flickered out. There were patches of light, from what light crept past the murkrow flock and from various lanterns still lit on the city streets, but there were not enough to see clearly by. It made the blue eyes stand out even further. Making out its shape would be difficult; the edges of the form would seem to blur and wave, like water in a vessel. The pair of eyes would stare, but nothing would come of it - it was simply here to stare at Adrian, it seemed.

And stare it would, even after he turned away. Adrian had fled the Rosses' household, but what now? He had no legal documentation, nor did he have any supplies save for the ones he'd stole and two sole daggers to defend himself. Cape Augustine was an affluent city, as well as the city with the Guardian's Headquarters for the Region. If the Rosses reported their missing slave to the Guardians, he'd surely have a far more difficult time getting out of the city and to permanent freedom.

Then there were footsteps, and what sounded like two absolutely annoyed voices came drifting down the road, approximately in the direction opposite from where Adrian himself had escaped.

"Damn murkrows and all that noise," grumbled a female voice, sounding old and weary. There was an answering cough-laugh, and from the vocal range it sounded like a male.

"Imagine livin' here, Miranda. Havin' all that racket keep ya up every single night-"

"Which is exactly why I don't live here." The voices sounded closer still, and more than half-annoyed.

"Ah, same. Gods be thanked we're gettin' out in the next fore-day."

"Which means we need to find the rascals, before sun-up, or leave them behind."

There was a chuckle, deep and merry. "Ya gotta stop worrin' a'fore all yer hair turns white. Ya don't 'ave enough ta spare and still look yer age!"

More bickering. They went back and forth, but certainly both their voices were coming towards Adrian, in his direction. Thankfully it sounded like they had a ways to go, but still the road was wide, and empty save for what buildings stood on the sides and the smaller alleys behind them. With care, Adrian would be able to spend what time remained before the voices stumbled on him to conceal himself or otherwise back away, towards where he wouldn't be found.

Or did he even wish to in the first place? Perhaps in helping those voices, Adrian could secure himself a ride out of Cape Augustine, and out of the reach of the Rosses' anger and any pursuers they decided to send after him. Perhaps they would turn him over to the Guard instead, once they realized exactly who and what he was. Whatever the case, he had only moments to decide.

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The night air sent chills down his back, not to mention the strange silence around him. Adrian had forgotten what nights were like, not a thing stirring underneath the moon. At the manor, even after everyone had gone to sleep, there was still an abundance of noise. He had shared a room with the other slaves, and there was always the sound of breathing, sometimes snoring, and they even got the occasional one who talked in their sleep (it was deemed an unfortunate case whenever they came and a blessing when they left). During the day, even as he crept through his master's office, in search of the little trinkets that he found so amusing to look at and the books that he adored reading, there was still the sound of footsteps and distant voices. The absence of noise, the stillness of the night, all were quite foreign sensations to the young adult.

Trying to ignore the unsettled feeling, Adrian moved on through the alleyway, keeping to the shadows. A few families were still awake it seemed, as indicated by the illuminated windows of some households. The boy would do his best to avoid those lightened areas. Even if it seemed like no one was around, he'd rather stick to the safe side and be completely out of sight. Soon enough, the narrow alley opened up into a much larger street, possibly one of the main roads. The pavement was scuffed from many pairs of shoes and hooves travelling over it, but was also thankfully vacated. The problem lay in how the street was so...wide open. The second Adrian stepped out there, he'd feel like he was under the scrutiny of the lamps, as sparse as they were. There were certainly still plenty of shadows to hide under, but the point was that if he was spotted, there'd be nowhere to hide, save a few small alleys.

Well, he couldn't afford to stay tucked away in that small back alley forever if he wanted a chance at making it out of Cape Augustine anytime soon. Breathing out a sigh and mentally reassuring himself that he was going to be fine, that no one was going to come out and question what he was doing, Adrian walked out onto the road. Immediately, he felt as if a spotlight was shining upon him. The moon was certainly bright, but it wasn't bright enough to fully illuminate him. If he moved quickly and stealthily, he'd be out of there in no time. Sticking to the shadowed areas, having to switch sides of the road occasionally in order to ensure he stayed out of the lamps' dim lighting, Adrian would make quick progress down the road.

Adrian slowed slightly as he came alongside a park. It was small, but it was beautiful. Even in this dim light, he could make out the orange and red colors of the leaves, which were sure to be gorgeous once morning hit. Of course, he wouldn't be here in the morning. He'd be long gone, hopefully out of Cape Augustine or at least almost out. The city was too dangerous for him, being the Guard's Headquarters and full of rich nobles who wouldn't hesitate to ship him back to his "rightful place". Despite this, Adrian came to a near halt, brushing his hand against the delicate petals of one of the flowers that were sealed tightly closed. "Pretty," he'd murmur underneath his breath in awe.

He was startled out of his reverie as a terrible screeching sound came from overhead, an annoying ubiquitous tone that was echoed several times like an herd of dying animals. Cringing, the boy immediately covered his ears, but the sound pierced through anyways, becoming a dull ringing. The whole street suddenly seemed to be bathed in inky blackness, the moon disappearing from above. But no -- that wasn't it. Flashes of light still filtered from above, it was more as if numerous figures were quickly flitting through the night sky. Though he wasn't familiar with Murkrow -- his masters had always spoken of them as annoying pests, and had such never kept them around -- he could identify that they were the ones causing a racket.

Adrian was quick to move on, though, just in case anyone heard the racket and decided to go outside, despite how these Murkrow flocks often visited and destroyed the peaceful night of the city (he had never been educated on the lore and superstition behind them, nor their relation to the Trictess, as it had not been deemed necessary). He had almost passed by the park when he spotted a flash of blue, illuminated against the darkness of the night. It remained still, simply watching him in quite a creepy way. On instinct, the boy would freeze, feeling very much as if a dangerous predator was circling him and getting ready to pounce. It didn't move, however, the blue eyes merely watching and observing him. Adrian slowly took a step back, and when no reaction came, quickly rushed into the small park, almost tripping over his own feet in the process, and hid behind the dense foliage of a tree.

Not a second too soon, either, as he heard footsteps approaching where he just stood. The voices of two separate people, both seemingly quite annoyed, were fast approaching. It never even breached Adrian's mind to take a chance and approach the two. The duo sounded almost like an old couple with their bickering, but it was always a possibility that they were senior Guardians who wouldn't hesitate to ship him back to his master's. Limiting the amount of people he came into contact with was the surest way to get out of Cape Augustine. He couldn't simply trust anyone, even though a small part of him just wanted to be able to rely on someone, have someone looking after him and protecting him like his parents had when he was young.

Shaking the thoughts out of his mind, he concentrated on the conversation, trying to discern valuable information -- if there was any. It seemed the pair was just complaining about Cape Augustine and, of course, the racket that all the Murkrow caused. Damn flock, what if he had missed the footsteps and been seen by the strangers? Although...they were leaving in the next foreday? That was a tempting thought, in Adrian's eyes. Perhaps, if they were taking a wagon, he could try hitching a ride, unbeknownst to them of course. It would certainly be easier, and he'd cover a lot more ground in less time. But what if you're caught? his subconscious would hiss, annoyingly pessimistic as always.

"Which means we need to find the rascals..."

So they were looking for someone (something) else? Perhaps they were poachers, then, looking for rare Pokemon to snatch from the upper echelons of the Cape's nobles. Or perhaps they weren't even speaking of Pokemon, and instead of people -- grandchildren, or nieces and nephews of their's. But no, it was too risky. For all he knew they were slavers, and then he'd just be back where he started. He'd just wait for them to pass by, and then he could make his way out of the Cape. Alone. Adrian breathed out, rocking back slightly from his crouched position behind the leaves to wait it out -- and then froze, because as he shifted his weight back, he had accidentally snapped a branch, causing a cracking sound that seemed ten times louder in his desperate situation. Adrian froze again -- perhaps, underneath the racket caused by the Murkrows, the duo had missed it? If not, he was fully prepared to fight them off, inflict some wounds and make a run for it. A hand slipped into the satchel, withdrawing the dagger just in case...

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There was a tense moment, in which Adrian would strain his ears to hear if the approaching duo had noticed, and also in which the murkrows made a racket overhead. He'd be able to let out a sigh of relief, however, as the discussion continued without a hitch. With the dark-types being so loud, Adrian would be able to retreat further into the green space and hide himself within its shadows without much trouble.

And just in time to see the two pass by. One looked to be an older woman with the tan skin of those that worked under the sun, the color of her hair indistinguishable in the dark save for the parts that had whitened with age. Her companion was a man with a far paler complexion, his light hair tied-back to reveal piercings at his ears. It looked like the both of them carried swords, though anything else would be hard to see from Adrian's position.

They kept the argument going too, with a tilt of the head from Miranda's direction and a dry, "You couldn't even read a map, Edward. Five years in the business, and a map gets the better of you!" Her voice was louder, now, and shouting to be heard over the noise coming from above them all.

It looked like Edward scoffed, but it would be hard to tell for sure. "I was young then, a'ight? Spare me some, would ya?"

The two passed, their purpose still unclear. Neither looked back toward Adrian's hiding spot, nor did their steps falter. He was, at the moment, safe.

Where now, though? All the stores were closed, but perhaps there would be an inn still open that he could rent a room from for the night, and leave in the morning with what caravans he found at the city gates. Heading in the direction toward where the two strangers had come from would yield a two-story building with the lanterns still lit on the first, a weathered sign declaring it to be the Leaping Finneon, an inn.

Adrian could also still follow after the two and ask their purpose in wandering during the night when everyone else seemed to be in-doors. Better than waiting out in the cold or risking it in a tavern, and perhaps he could even offer his own services in helping to find whatever they were looking for if he was convincing enough.

Whatever the case, those blue eyes he'd noticed earlier would offer no answers, though still it seemed to follow Adrian where he went.

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The crack had seemed like the huge boom of thunder chasing after the strike of lightning to Adrian. Of course, he logically realized that the small snap of the brittle stick was barely anything, especially underneath the squall of the flock above, but that reasoning didn't translate to his horror-struck mind. Half of him wanted to run, flee, just in case the couple had heard him and was about to come investigating, but he was stuck in place. His feet couldn't move even if he wanted them to, so striking and overwhelming the fear of being found and taken away. The hand on his dagger tightened, his ears straining as he tried to remain calm, a tense moment, and then -- nothing.

They hadn't heard him.

The breath he hadn't even known he was holding whooshed out of him as he mentally berated himself for his idiocy. He couldn't afford to panic in situations like this; what if they had actually decided to come investigate? If he had just stayed frozen in panic like that... Shaking his head, Adrian moved further back, this time making sure that he wouldn't make any more noises that might invite the strangers to take a look. The second he shrouded himself in shadows, he saw the duo passing by. One of them -- Miranda -- looked to be somewhat older, with the gleaming bits of white in her otherwise nondescript hair. She was tan, so she obviously spent time outside, though that information was relatively useless. The man was pale, but with piercings, which was quite interesting.

Adrian didn't meet many people with piercings. The art had always somewhat fascinated him, but his master had deemed it barbaric and a sign of unruliness, especially in men. The risk for infections was high with them, as he understood, and in battle piercings could get caught and tamper with one's fighting ability. Still, though, Adrian had always been interested in them, wondering what it would be like if his own skin had such gorgeous ornaments on it. Another glint caught his eye underneath the filtering moonlight, and he glanced down to see the sheath of a sword by both strangers. So they had weapons. That wasn't particularly surprising, though it made it more apparent that they were used to fighting and weren't civilians of any kind.

"You couldn't even read a map, Edward. Five years in the business, and a map gets the better of you!"

The slave's eyes glinted with interest. Having been quarantined inside his master's home for so long, he had been simply relying on luck to find his way out of Cape Augustine. A map would make his escape so much easier, wouldn't it? But how would he go about securing it? Approaching the duo seemed like a terrible idea at first, but there was no visible sign of his enslavement. He could pass for a regular peasant or traveler, though he'd have to find a reason to justify why he was out so late. Threatening them was another way, but they had better weapons and outnumbered him. His chances of success were low, and they'd likely dump him on the Guardians should he fail. Of course he could always tough it out without the map, but he'd be relying on luck, and to be honest, his luck was not particularly dependable.

Plus, there was the issue of time. He had to get out of Cape Augustine as fast as he could, preferably before his master realized he was gone. Travelling on foot would be fine, but they usually had guards stationed at the entrances, didn't they? If he didn't make it out before a request was filed to find him, he'd be in an even worse position. If he could just get his hands on that map... He'd approach them, play innocent. If worst came to worst, he had a Pokemon that might defend him, or at least be a suitable distraction if it came down to it. And he was a fast runner. Always had been, although he had lost a good bit of his physique during his enslavement. He could make a break for it if things got really bad.

By the time he reached his decision, his heart pounding in anxiety, the pair had walked further still down the road, leaving Adrian second guessing himself again. But no, he needed that map. He forced himself out of his hiding spot, making sure to shadow his face as much as possible with his long hair. Likely they'd think he was a girl as so many did when they first saw him, but that was fine. It only pushed his innocent act further along. "Excuse me!" Adrian called, pitching his voice a little higher than usual. It cracked as he shouted out, being unaccustomed to raising his voice after so long.

After he got the attention of the two, he'd try his best to offer an innocent smile. They couldn't tell he was a slave, they can't tell they can't tell they can't tell. If he acted well enough, he'd get directions out of the city and he'd be free in no time. "Do you know the way out of the Cape to Route 2, please? I got a little mixed up in the streets," he'd say with a small fake laugh, praying internally that they'd simply give him the directions and move on.

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Adrian had taken the risk, choosing to approach the pair. The world would fall silent as the pair turned to face their interloper. ”What’s this now?” Edward spoke first, nearly choking on his words, having been startled somewhat. “What’s a young one like you doing out this late? Shouldn’t you be in bed by now?” Neither would answer Adrian's question at first. However, neither had noticed, or rather, said anything about a missing slave. That was a plus at the very least. Adrian would probably feel the world lighten up just a bit. Sound began to return to his ears, the cawing of the Murkrows echoing around them once more.

"Night time’s not safe fer a youngin’ like yerself.” Night time’s not safe for you either, Edward. Now, you were asking about route two, were you? We’re heading there in the morning, actually. We can’t show you now though.”Miranda poked back for earlier jabs. ”Miranda, we’re runnin’ outta time here. At this rate, they’re probably outta the cape and halfway to the Maritimes by now.” ”Cut your whining, Ed.” Gwen bopped her companion on the back of the head, then turned back to Adrian. ”But my partner does have a point. We’re looking from something right now, so we can’t dawdle long. We can bring you to the inn, or you can come with us for the night, and we can take you out from the Cape in the morning.”

Edward rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in a huff of disbelief. Gwen gave him a look, then waited for Adrian’s decision. He had many things to consider. Could he trust these people? Would they lead him to route 2, or would they just bring him to the Rosses’ or even to the Guardians?

Whatever Adrian’s decision, Edward would turn and start walking again, in the direction they were headed to begin with. Miranda sighed. She’d take him to the Inn, set him up with a room then be on her way. One way, or another, she’d catch up with Edward, and they would continue their search. Adrian could stick with them, maybe he could earn their trust, and if he needed to, steal the map that way.


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Adrian seemed more startled than the duo was, flinching harshly as the world around him fell silent, permeated only by Edward's fast, choked words. "What's this now?" He continued to stare towards the elder man, his mouth suddenly dry. His throat worked as he tried to swallow the lump of fear that had appeared. The question seemed rhetorical, and he remained silent, not sure he could answer even if he wanted to. “What’s a young one like you doing out this late? Shouldn’t you be in bed by now?” They clearly didn't suspect anything, and Adrian could feel the tenseness of his muscles loosening. It had been years since he had had a civilized conversation with another, and he realized suddenly that he missed it. Though the veil of joy was thin, it was enough to overpower the anxious turmoil Adrian had been feeling all night, at least for a moment.

"Night time’s not safe fer a youngin’ like yerself.”

"Night time’s not safe for you either, Edward."

The two certainly seemed to enjoy bickering among themselves. Their rapid back-and-forth had been loud and insistent ever since Adrian had first heard them. Their words were clearer now that the majority of the chaotic hullabaloo had stopped, but the slave had to strain slightly in order to hear them as the Murkrow flock began to crow once again. "Oh, uh, I'm planning on meeting up with my family in Marchton," he would lie with a slightly raise voice, his fingers drumming nervously against his thigh. He hadn't had time to come up with something more believable; hopefully the two were tired and would overlook any gaps in his explanation. "Now, you were asking about route two, were you? We’re heading there in the morning, actually. We can’t show you now though.”

They were heading to Route Two as well? Adrian wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. They'd know the way, that was for sure, but he'd have to distance himself from them. They seemed nice for now and didn't suspect a thing just yet, but whether or not that fact would stand was a whole other story. Once he got well away from here, perhaps he could lay low for a few years in a distant city, and maybe then he'd be able to live out his life once more. But here, the risk was too high. The two seemed willing to help, but if they found out that he was an escapee, he'd likely find himself back in chains for the rest of his life. Adrian almost spoke up to reassure the two that directions would be more than sufficient, but hesitated.

The Cape was huge, and the streets were more than complex. There were many twists and turns and back alleys and all sorts of things to worry about. His directional sense wasn't the best, either. While he knew the Rosses mansion like the back of his hand, the unfamiliar streets of Cape Augustine weren't something he wanted to navigate in the dark. ”Miranda, we’re runnin’ outta time here. At this rate, they’re probably outta the cape and halfway to the Maritimes by now.” So they were pursuing something -- or someone. Adrian wasn't sure he could form a definite opinion on that yet. It probably wasn't any sort of illegal or top secret activity if they were actively speaking about it like this. ”Cut your whining, Ed.” Or perhaps they simply liked to bicker, what did he know?

”But my partner does have a point. We’re looking from something right now, so we can’t dawdle long. We can bring you to the inn, or you can come with us for the night, and we can take you out from the Cape in the morning.”

Adrian had already dismissed the inn as an option. He'd be trapped in that small little room in that small little building if the Guards figured out where he was, and while he'd be exposed to people and the elements out in the alleys, he would have an escape route. The inn would be too expensive. He needed to save his gold for emergencies; who knew when he'd have the opportunity to earn more? But going with these strangers brought its own risk. He still wasn't sure if they were trustworthy, and even if they were at the moment, he didn't know how long it would take them to turn and stick a knife in his back. Perhaps, though, he could find some opportunity to steal from them? Adrian was used to sleepless nights, laying awake with fear pounding through him. He could stay on guard the entire night, make sure that he wasn't caught unawares. And maybe, if his luck held, he could grab what he needed and make a run for it. The couple seemed nice enough, and perhaps once upon a time Adrian would have felt guilty, but right now self preservation mattered more than anything else.

He could fight. He had weapons, and a Pokemon. He'd get through this night and hightail it out of here. Just one night; surely he could survive that long? "I'll come with you, if that isn't too much to ask," Adrian would voice hesitantly. His eyes, mostly hidden by his hair, glinted with uncertainty as he stepped out towards Miranda. He maintained a small distance between them, warily making sure he was out of arm's reach and keeping both of the elder duo in his eyesight like an injured animal. Just one night, he'd promise himself as the Murkrows continued cawing above them. He'd survive this -- he had to.

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Miranda nodded toward the male encouraging, neither of the older duo voicing any concerns nor qualms about him joining them. It seems they were more focused on whatever task was at hand for them. They would walk for a while more in silence. But those same blue eyes would some themselves again. They floated just off to the side of Adrian, getting closer at one point until they backed away quickly. What was it? Whatever it was seemed to not want to show itself more than just those glowing eyes.

More time would pass before they would speak again. Edward fumbled with the map in his hands, turning it all sorts of ways and grumbling each time he had to look at it. After having finally watched him struggle enough, Miranda snatched it from his hands. "You and that damned map. Will you ever learn to read it?" she sighed and folded it up neatly. "I don't think we are going to find them. Time to head back and get some sleep for tomorrow. Plus we have a guest remember?"

"A'ight. I don't feel like stayin' up much more to find 'em either. No one's gonna say nothin' since they were mine. Let's hurry back. Sleep's lookin' fer me real hard." Edward chuckled to himself some before motioning for Adrian to keep following them.

"Don't mind anyone in the caravan, now. They won't give you any trouble. Most won't notice you are even there." Miranda continued to ramble, jabbing at Edward with her words whenever she could. So the duo was part of a caravan. That would be more of a challenge for Adrian. More eyes to witness him or report him if it came down to that. But, could he also find a way to use that to his advantage? The older woman would keep on talking as they walked. Though something more interesting might catch his eye down one of the alleyways they passed.

The moonlight illuminated the outline of two people standing talking with each other. With their movement, Adrian wouldn't be able to make out the entire conversation but would be able to pick up pieces of it.

"--escaped. And they aren't happy."

"Not looking good---Anyone report---to the Guard---seen yet?"

"Not yet. Keep looking--"

Whether or not Edward or Miranda heard the conversation was uncertain. But that was something that Adrian should keep in mind. It's possible the people were not talking about him, but there was the chance that he could be the topic of their conversation. What did that mean for him though? Was the Guard already alerted to his escape? Could he be a wanted man so soon? Adrian couldn't be entirely positive about any of it.

When they arrived at the camp of the caravan, most of its members were already asleep. A few fires were glowing around the grassy area (one of very few in the city) on the outskirts of the town that they had taken for their own use. Cattle Pokemon that were hooked to a few scattered trees sleep soundly, most of them Tauros, Pontya and Rapidash that could be assumed to be used for pulling the wagons. Edward and Miranda settled down next to the only cart that didn't already have people around it.

"Make yourself at home. We will be moving at sun-up so be ready go early." Edward wordlessly settled down and was swallowed up with sleep before a minute passed. Miranda grumbled irritable as she settled down herself. "Goodnight boy."

Adrian was left as the last one up. Things were quiet and mostly normal, except for the pair of blue eyes staring at him still. What was he going to do now?

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It felt unsettling to trail the pair through the darkened streets of Cape Augustine. They didn't seem to mind his presence too much, almost ignoring him as they led the way through towards their camp. After watching warily for a few seconds longer, Adrian would turn his attention towards his surroundings, quietly dedicating the path they were taking to memory. Suddenly, a flash of vivid sapphire seemed to glare out at him from a dark alley. The boy's steps faltered, almost tripping over himself as the blue eyes showed themselves again. In the next second, they were gone. As they continued walking, Adrian tried his best to keep a steady pace as the eyes continued to almost float beside him, flickering in and out of invisibility before disappearing for good. The haunting presence was disturbing, but Adrian could put up with it as long as he wasn't placed in danger.

They continued their silent walk, the pair likely not feeling comfortable enough with the newcomer to banter freely as they had been before. Of course, old habits died hard, and soon the two were arguing again. The man was fumbling with the map as Adrian attempted to hide his yearning glance towards the item that would help free him. For a few seconds, Edward struggled with the map as Adrian attempted to peer over his shoulder discreetly, not able to read anything in the darkness. Miranda finally couldn't resist, firing off a few snappy retorts as she took the map and folded it up, much to Adrian's disappointment. Still maintaining his distance, he would ensure that his hair covered his face, anxiously tugging at a few loose strands in a nervous action. He was still curious about what they were searching for, but he was pretty sure it was nothing related to him anymore. From their most recent chat, it seemed that Edward had lost something.

The woman's next statement, however, had Adrian jolting in surprise. Did she say a caravan? He had definitely not been expecting that, but he couldn't back out of it now without appearing suspicious. Though his heart rate picked up in nervousness, the teen managed a small nod of acknowledgement. He'd have to be extra careful, then, to stay away from everyone. From what Miranda said, they seemed to be the type that minded their own business. Hopefully what she said would hold true, or his first night of freedom might turn into his last. The two turned their attention from him yet again, picking up their playful banter as if it were something irresistible as Adrian was left to his own thoughts.

A few minutes later, something caught his attention. Illuminated underneath the light of a lantern, two other people were having a quiet conversation. Adrian strained to hear what they were talking about underneath the flow of his guides' banter, making out a few words that made his blood freeze. Without context, there were so many things they could be talking about, but Adrian's paranoia was making his subconscious scream out "Me! They're talking about me!" The teen almost bolted right there if it wouldn't have made him even more suspicious. Edward and Miranda, so enveloped in their own conversation, likely hadn't heard it, but if the Guard had been alerted of his runaway status it wouldn't matter. For all he knew the whole city would be on lookout for him. Now, it was even more imperative for him to get out of Cape Augustine as fast as he could. Who knew if he had all night at this rate?

Unaware of Adrian's inner panic, his guides eventually reached their destination. To his surprise, it was a grassy area that they were situated him. In the bustling streets of the port city, the boy had never imagined such expanses of open land to exist. A few fires dimly lit up the people that were still awake, but most of the camp was plunged in darkness. A quiet glow exuded from a herd of Ponyta and Rapidash while the shadows of slumbering Tauros resided a few feet away. The scene was a peaceful one, one that almost lulled Adrian to a calmer state if he had not just heard the conversation. He was led to an empty wagon, one that belonged to Miranda and Edward, most likely. The two settled in, falling asleep quickly. Adrian cursed to himself as he realized that the map was likely still on Edward's body -- so close, yet so far away. There would be no explanation if he accidentally woke him up.

The sane half of Adrian told him that he had to get some sleep. His sleep had been restless at best the previous night, and another night of no rest wouldn't do him any good. Still, though, adrenaline was thrumming through his veins. He doubted he'd be able to go to sleep, not with the panicky paranoia he was feeling at the moment. Casting a glance towards the sleeping duo, Adrian would bite his lip before starting to sit down. He could at least rest his body, even if he was going to stay up. Before he could try and get some rest, however, the sapphire blue flashed in front of him yet again. The teen jolted, then narrowed his eyes and stood up with purpose. Quietly withdrawing a knife, he'd careful weave through the wagons, making sure that he didn't wake anyone up as he walked towards the staring optics.

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A small cackle echoed in Adrian's ears as the body of a ghostly creature materialized. Its body flowed with no wind to move it and the blue glowing eyes now had an owner. A Shuppet that only stared at the former slave. It had seen the actions of that night so far and could seen the jealousy and envy of Adrian at the sight of the parchment the other humans had. The Pokemon had no idea why that male wanted it, but it had an idea. With another cackle, the Pokemon disappeared just as swiftly and quickly as it had appeared.

But Adrian hadn't seen the last of the ghost. The glow of it's eyes shone again...this time over the couple that had been helping him earlier. The eerier cackled sounded as the ghost moved in the direction of the sleeping figure of Miranda. The Pokemon's form moved in close proximity to the woman, moved the length of her body and promptly disappeared. It wouldn't leave Adrian wondering about its action's long as it materialized back close to the former slave. This time, the Shuppet was carrying an item... The map that Adrian had wanted. It knew what the male desired, though the runaway slave might just perceive this as a lucky guess unless he connected the item and the eyes following him.

What Adrian needed to escape the city tonight, and alone, was floating freely in the air in the ghost's possession. But if he where to reach for it, the Pokemon would cloak it and not allow the former slave to even so much as lay a single hair on the map. The eyes of the creature watched the only person awake in the camp. It had been watching him since soon after his escape... This human was intriguing to the Shuppet. And now it had something he wanted.

The next step for Adrian was one of a few options. First, he could try and talk the Pokemon into giving up the map to him freely. Second, he could battle the creature and risk waking the entire camp (and possibly alerting any near-by Guardians on night-watch in the process) to forcefully take the map. Or, Adrian could offer another deal...but what could he offer in that case? No path assured that the ghost would hand over the item to his escape. But he had to try something, right? But he should make that choice quickly.

The sound of hushed voices could be heard in the distance. Though, they weren't staying far away. Adrian would be able to tell that with each passing minute the owner's of those voices are growing closer. The unknown about the people getting closer to the camp is what could be most unsettling. What if they are Guardians looking for the runaway slaves? What if it was the Guardians and his former owner traveling with him? But, it could just be a group of people that wouldn't even spare a glance in his direction. Who knew the identity of those people? Adrian certainly didn't and the more time he spent messing with this ghost Pokemon, the more likely the chance he would find out...and it might not be such a pleasant event in one of those cases. So what would Adrian do?

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A chuckle echoed in his ears, causing the boy to flinch, raising the knife in warning. He was about to command the...thing to show itself when a creature suddenly materialized in front of him. Adrian almost swung the knife through the Pokemon, being startled as he was by its appearance, but kept it where it was. His only reaction was a slight twitch and dilation of his pupils, enough to show his surprise to the Shuppet but not enough to be obvious. The Pokemon didn't give him time to react, suddenly blinking out of existence once more.

Adrian blinked in shock, unnerved by the sudden dematerialization. He wasn't sure why the Pokemon had been essentially stalking him all night, but it didn't seem to be a Guard Pokemon -- he could relax on that front at least, he supposed, though it may have other malevolent intentions. Ghost-types had always somewhat freaked him out, but he had gotten more or less used to working with them. His master had preferred the creepy ones, the ones that unnerved others and struck fear into them. Ghost types, he knew, were tricksters, ones that could just as easily lead him off the edge of a cliff if he lowered his guard.

The boy cast his eyes around the camp warily, knowing that the Shuppet wasn't gone for real. Even if it didn't appear, it had been stalking its prey too long to leave now, but -- there. Above the wagon. Adrian frowned, quietly making his way back over, wondering what it wanted. The Ghost-type peered at him with the same icy blue eyes, and he could have sworn the temperature dropped a few degrees. His confusion didn't stay; the Ghost-type suddenly drifted down by Miranda, then blinked in and out of sight in just a split second. This time, however, it was holding something.

The map? Adrian wasn't naive enough to think that he was going to be gifted it. Likely, the Shuppet wanted something in return, or maybe it just wanted him to freak out. The short male's eyes flashed in steely determination, stubbornly refusing to give it the reaction it wanted. For a second, Adrian would simply stare at it, neither one moving out of their intense staring contest. Finally, the boy would give a sigh, extending a hand. "I don't suppose you'll just give it to me?" he'd say tiredly, reaching for it without much hope. Almost immediately, the Shuppet danced out of reach. It looked as if it were laughing, mocking him.

He gritted his teeth, dropping his hand and sheathing the knife. It would do no good to make a fuss. Waking up the city wasn't on his bucket list, and he could probably make it out of the Cape if necessary without the map. Right now, getting the map was as impossible as it had been ten minutes ago, but perhaps he could change that. Adrian raised both hands in the air as a show of innocence, stepping forward with false confidence when he suddenly stilled and stiffened. Were his ears deceiving him...?

But no, that was definitely the sound of footprints and voices. He had gotten lucky with Miranda and Edward -- there was no guarantee he would again with this next set of people. Silently, Adrian cursed the city. Why did it have so many people up even at this hour of the night. Whatever, just focus, he scolded himself. "Alright, what do you want?" he would say in a hushed voice with a glare towards the Shuppet. Talking it into giving him the map would take time, time he didn't have, but he didn't have anything on him. Well, he had a Pokemon and an egg, and those berries...and that candy. But those berries might come in handy in the future, and he was pretty lacking in food.

"Look, give me the map, you can keep following me or doing whatever weird stalkerish thing you want, and I'll give you...this, okay?" God, he was talking to Pokemon now. Well, they were intelligent. The Shuppet would probably understand him, or at least get the general gist of it. He needed the map, and he needed it now. With every passing second, the voices and footsteps were getting louder, closer. In this clearing, there was nowhere to hide. Adrian would keep the Rare Candy in his hand extended towards the Pokemon, though he was ready to withdraw it at any moment should the Shuppet decide to snatch it without giving him the map.

He extended his other hand as well, which would, with any luck, hold the map within a few seconds should the Shuppet decide to agree. Adrian stayed there, tense and still as he waited for the Pokemon's decision.

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The Shuppet was amused at his attempts to get the map. But the candy didn't interest it, but something else the male said did sound inciting. But not the way it was presented though. Traveling, traveling with this human that seemed different...that was interesting. He had been up at an hour that most wouldn't dare step out of their homes. And here he stood facing down the Shuppet. Most would have turned and ran...but not this male.

The Pokemon didn't respond or make a move until the voices seemed like they were right on top of them. It cackled in Adrian's ears before disappearing into the shadows...except this time the human went with it! Darkness cloaked his vision partly. Enough of his sight was left clear that Adrian would be able to identify the source of the voices.

Three figures appeared. One tall and lanky, the middle short and rotund, and the three broad but with a height between the other two. The middle one sported a torch that had seemingly been burning a while. In the light, the shimmer of armor could easily been seen. But whether that armor held the insignia of the local Guard was still unknown. Laughter for a moment before the one closest to the camp stopped. "Shouldn't we be looking for that...that...what were we told to look for again?" the lanky one asked, his words slurring together near the end.

"Wasn't it something 'bout a runaway Pokemon and a stolen slave boy?" the round one with the torch said with a hiccup interrupting his sentence halfway through. He let out a chuckled that launched into a full blown, full-volume shreech of laughter that left him breathless. He leaned on the one that had just spoken but was pushed off. He stumbled but recovered wobbly. It seemed like those two had been to a bar recently...very recently. The barkeep probably made a fair amount off those two from the sound of their voice and their actions.

"You two are nit-wits. I've told both before about paying the alehouse a visit before our nightly patrol. What would our higher-ups say if they saw you two bumbling around like idiots?" The broad-shoulder figure sighed heavily. "And just for the record its runaway slave and stolen Pokemon."

"That's what I said, Jonah." The middle man hiccuped again before letting out a laugh.

"No you are an idiot Vasily. And if you don't stupid your trap we won't be able to find them because you are so damn loud," Jonah hissed at the middle one, Vasily.

"Sounds like someone is jealous...of us and how much fun we are Vasily," the one closest to them said with a slur. Vasily laughed again and slapped the lanky one on the shoulder roughly.

"Agreed Romeo!" Jonah sighed heavily at the conversation between them.

"Why did I have to get assigned to look for the runaway early with you two? Why couldn't I have been with the rest of the Guard to begin the search in the morning?" Their voices trailed off as the trio moved farther away from the camp. The Shuppet waited until it was sure the Guardians were gone before releasing the human from their shadowy hiding place.

The male had just witnessed a scene that held a lot of information...and the only reason those three didn't know he was there was that Shuppet. What would he do with the knowledge he had just gained? Would he change his offer to the ghost type in exchange for the map? Whatever he did, he had to keep one thing in mind...the Guardian was already looking for him.

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Each footstep seemed to be echoed by a similar thud of Adrian's heart, each half-muted murmur echoed by a similar whisper of blood rushing through his body. Nervous energy streamed through him, filling every vein and blindly scrabbling across his mind until he feared that he'd be completely overtaken by the panic. Through it all, the former slave boy stood in quiet stoicism, his internal motions streaming about but body staying quite still. He would not allow the fear to overtake him, not after he had come so far already. The Shuppet seemed to stare at him with that same bemused air for quite a while, extending the terse silence between them as the footsteps drew even closer. And still, Adrian remained there, frozen. Perhaps it would be a better idea to hide, get out of sight, confront the Ghost-type once he could be sure that the danger was out of the way, but he was frozen in place, his heart leaping in his throat.

The footsteps came closer, and still the Shuppet stared at him with those hauntingly ice-blue eyes. Both refused to move, Adrian's shadowed brown eyes staring defiantly into the Pokemon's. He couldn't -- wouldn't -- back down, not when the object he wanted was so close. Doing his best to ignore the impending danger, the former slave continued to stand there, eyes burning as he watched the creature -- until suddenly he could see no more. Darkness had coated his vision, and he had a disconcerting feeling, as if he was falling through space -- but no. He was still standing right there, hadn't moved, so what had happened? His fight or flight instinct seemed to have abandoned him, and all he could do was stand there, frozen. After all, there was no enemy to fight against, and nowhere to run. There was just...nothing.

Groping around in his now darkened world, Adrian finally caught a glimpse of a darkness that was paradoxically lighter than the one that had just enveloped him. A half-burnt torch, borne by a short and rotund man who bore a likeness to one of his master's -- former master's -- friends, the one who had drunk too much and laughed too loud. He was accompanied by two others, one a slimmer man while the other was broad in the shoulders and seemed to be able to do quite some damage if he chose to attack. The torchlight reflected off of their armor, and Adrian shifted uneasily. Normal people, he knew, did not where armor. These folks were either involved in some sort of illegal activity, Guardians, or doing some other dangerous activity that Adrian didn't want to get mixed up in.

But what really made his blood run cold were their words, which became clearer as they came yet closer. At least two of the three were drunk, which he supposed could work to his advantage, but he didn't fancy his chances in a 3 on 1 fight. Especially if they called for backup. No, fighting was definitely not a viable option, not unless he was cornered and completely out of options. "Shouldn't we be looking for that...that...what were we told to look for again?" Adrian's lip curled in disgust at the slurred notes of the drunkard. Despicable creatures. He didn't understand how Guardians were so revered among Harper as "peacekeepers" and "heroes". All they did was drink, take money as bribes to cover for lawbreakers, and drink some more. How could anyone place trust in such a unruly force? Well, it wasn't as if they knew better. "Wasn't it something 'bout a runaway Pokemon and a stolen slave boy?"

Well, the fairness of their government wasn't at the forefront of his issues at the moment. Right now, he needed to get out. It was clear that they were after him, him and his stolen Pokemon, but the joke was on them. He wasn't coming back, not now, not ever. He'd kill them first. He'd kill himself first, but he'd never go back to that hellhole. The broad-shouldered one, perhaps a senior or at least someone that took up the role of an "elder brother" to the pair, was quick to set them straight. Jonah, Vasily, and Romeo. Adrian made sure to keep the names filed away in case they came in handy at a future date. The last comment, though, was of special interest to the escapee. First off, it definitely confirmed that they were pursuing him as members of the Guard. But these three seemed to be the only ones doing so, a preemptive patrol sent just in case he was still within range of easy capture. If the rest of the Guardians would be after him in the morning...then he didn't have as much time as he had originally thought.

He had to get out of here. He needed that map.

Speaking of which...how had he not been seen? The Shuppet's unsettling eyes would have been as clear as a beacon at this time of night, and with their torch, they would have easily spotted his own figure too -- unless... The darkness vanished, and he turned to the Pokemon with a slightly wary look. "Did you... Why did you do that?" Adrian questioned, puzzled. There was no way the Shuppet hadn't been involved in that, but the runaway had nothing left but his pride, and he couldn't stand it if he was left owing a debt to a Pokemon, one who still held an item in its possession that he desperately needed. "Ok, no. More important things. I need the map, I need it now. You...seemed interested earlier when I mentioned coming with me. You can do that if you want, you can do anything, just please. I need the map," the boy said earnestly, his tone pure and pleading though he remained alert should the trio decide to come back.

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The shuppet cackled, pleased with its own actions. The ghost type had its reasons for doing what it did, but it would never tell the human that. It would never tell that it wanted to show the human that it was worth his appreciate. Never. It wasn't that kind of Pokemon. But it also wasn't one to turn down an offer that wouldn't come again. Most humans wouldn't give a ghost type the time of day.

The ghost type floated around the area of where Adrian would keep his Pokeballs. Apparently the human had hit the nail on the head so to speak with the deal the Pokemon wanted to make. A spot on his team, to travel with the ex-slave in exchange for the map to get him out of there. The Shuppet barrel rolled around Adrain's waist, actually showing a slight bit of joy..or just amusement.

Either way, Adrian had just gathered a new teammate... The human better be careful and not try to go back on his word either. The wrath of a ghost type isn't pleasant. But as a sign of trust - or just appreciation of the offer - the Shuppet dropped the map in front of Adrian. He finally had what he wanted. But what would he do?

There was a problem. Adrian knew that he needed to leave tonight; he couldn't wait until tomorrow lest he want to face presumably more Guardians that would be after him. But was there more than just those three looking for him? Could there possibly be more out in the moonlight searching? So Adrian would have to think about how he would approach this situation. Would he try and take a main route directly out of the town and run the risk of encountering possibly more Guardians or run on the assumption that the trio he saw were the only ones? Would he try to find a pathway that wasn't as open to the eyes to see him? What would his choice be?

And what would he do about his new teammate? Capture it in a physical Pokeball or allow it to just float along beside the human? If he took the latter option, the Shuppet would follow him not matter what.


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The cackle was somewhat ominous, but Adrian hadn't expected the Ghost-type to be "normal" by any standards. If it had ulterior motives for joining him, he'd deal with them when they arose. For now, he was content with the map. The Shuppet was an interesting enough creature on its own. The ever curious former slave might have been content at some point in his life to merely observe the Pokemon and its actions, but sadly his life had become too high stakes to allow himself even these guilty pleasures. Still, Adrian would watch curiously as the wispy Pokemon lowered itself down towards his bag.

It was pretty obvious what the Shuppet was interested in -- it had been uninterested in the candy, and he doubted it'd have any affection for another food item. That left the egg, the Pokemon (whose identity he still wasn't sure of), and the empty Pokeballs. Hesitantly, Adrian would draw one out, carefully watching the Ghost-type for any signs of being about to bolt. The boy's lips would twitch upwards at the little barrel roll the Shuppet did. A show-off, or some other emotion, he wasn't sure. Still, he was suddenly happy over his decision. Even if it ended up stabbing him in the back later on, this small little moment of contentment, watching the Pokemon with amusement, was inclined to make him feel it was worth it.

The map was dropped in front of him, and Adrian quickly snatched it up. It wasn't that he had been doubting the Shuppet (well, perhaps he had; Ghost-types weren't exactly known for their straightforward honesty, after all), but it was nice to have the promise honored. As for his side of the deal... He had never heard of a wild Pokemon wanting to go into a Pokeball, but he supposed it wasn't a terribly impossible idea if the Shuppet had been willing to travel with him. "I'll leave it up to you if you want to go in or not, but I won't be surprised if you choose not to. I can't imagine being trapped in there is terribly pleasing," he'd muse, offering the ball out. He'd let the Pokemon make the decision; the last thing he wanted was to force the mischievous Ghost-type to do anything.

And now, for the real problem. He'd pocket the Pokeball whether the Shuppet decided to go in or not, and then quickly scan the map. The couple that had brought him here had mentioned an Inn, and he located their current position as somewhere within that distance. Although the fastest way out of the city was definitely quite straightforward, that was also the way that the Guardians had gone and Adrian was quite uncomfortable following them. There was another route, longer, but not to the point where he wouldn't be able to make it out by nightfall. It skirted the main roads, instead falling mostly to the alleyways. It'd be much easier to avoid detection, even if it did take longer, and Adrian decided to go along that route.

Before he set off, though, there was something he had to do. He did feel somewhat bad about leaving the old couple, especially after all they had done for him. He hesitated only slightly before ripping a small piece of the parchment off, and scribbling a small apology and gently placing it on the mat he had been given. They would likely notice his absence and find the note. It wasn't anything fancy, just a quick "I'm sorry". It didn't make up for what he had done by a long shot, but it made his guilty conscience dissipate at least a little. Taking one last look at the peaceful camp, Adrian would slip off into the alleys, breathing a little easier once he was out of the spotlight. And then there was nothing left to do but tread forward, steadfast and without hesitation. With any luck, he'd be out of the city by dawn.

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The Shuppet wasn't above making sure Adrian couldn't leave him after they made their deal. If that meant going into that ball, then so be it. That was would he would do. The Pokemon's mind was made up though he was sure Adrian was correct about it not being an overly fantastic place to be but that was the only way to ensure that the human was true to his word just as the ghost was true to his end. It tapped the ball and entered the sphere. The ball shook once, twice, thrice times before there was no longer any movement from it. The Shuppet willingly went in, even though it was to ensure that Adrian was true to his word. It was strange for a Pokemon, especially a ghost. But maybe this little Shuppet was more than a little different than most?

The path decision was a smart choice by the former slave. The more direct route could prove to be more dangerous to the male. Though the first half of his attempt to leave the city was quite, things would pick up when he rounded a bend leaving him at crossroads of alleyways. Down the left path, if he listened close enough, he would hear the snores of sleeping Pokemon. If he dared to go down the path, he would see a group of three snubbull sleep in the alleyway, blocking it off. The right path would eventually lead to a dead-end with some boxes that Adrian might be able to find something in if he looked hard enough. The middle path, however, seemed clear for a moment. That was until a duo of houndour ran toward him. They raced side by side, only splitting apart to avoid barreling into Adrian himself. Voices followed close behind. Two figures appeared from where the canines had just came.

Which would Adrian pick? Left to try his luck with the sleeping snubbulls, stay in place to see who those figures are, or right to test his looting skills but eventually have to turn around and pick one of the remaining paths.

If Adrian looked at the map he would see that this was the only way to keep going down this path to get out of town the way he wanted. Going back would mean returning to the camp and then having to take the more direct route. That would mean he wouldn't make it out of the city by morning and would have to face the other Guardians that were sure to be looking for him. Going back wouldn't be a very smart choice so it seemed Adrian would have to pick a path.

So which would it be?

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Adrian would never find out what would happen when the sun rose on the camp. The next morning, the pair that had helped him would find the note he left. A simple 'I'm sorry' was enough to ease the mind of Miranda. She was sure that Adrian only did what he did out of desperate need. Edward, however, wasn't as understanding. He was furious at the lose of the map by the boy they helped.

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