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 Adrian Carlisle's Travels, Astraea
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I forgot... That my Ponyta has Flame Body... And so I completely screwed up my Egg Counts. Please double check these if you need to, I don't know how I managed to screw it up this bad. Egg Count (assuming I counted right this time): 21.
hiding my shameful math

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The slave watched on in amazement as the Ghost-type glowed with red and seemingly evaporated, seeping into the Pokeball. The mechanism certainly didn't feel any different. Unlike the Pokeball he had originally stolen from his former master, it didn't grow any warmer, simply rocking back and forth before settling. It felt a little heavier than before, but that was the only difference. Adrian would lower the now occupied ball into his bag, gingerly, as if it were fragile and could break at any second. Speaking of fragile... the boy would glance back into the bag. Six Pokeballs, two occupied, four unoccupied. Berries, candies... and the egg. Was it just him, or did its shell seem softer now? Adrian would rub his hand over it thoughtfully, frowning to himself before telling himself to figure it out later.

Adrian forced his mind to be blank as he walked, his full attention devoted to scanning the surrounding area while navigating his way through the city. A few times, an unexpected sound would cause him to stiffen, but for the most part, his walk remained uneventful. The path he was taking was straightforward, thankfully. Though it seemed to round some bends occasionally, it followed a straight line for the most part. That was good; it meant that this path was the most direct way he could go without taking the main road. The night seemed timeless, which was probably why he had no idea how much time had passed before he came upon his first obstacle. All he knew was that while the moon was still in the sky, it was declining in altitude faster than Adrian would have hoped.

The crossroads branched off into four. Two followed the same path he was currently on, one leading where he had come from. The one on the right, as marked by the map, was a dead end, though it seemed to be the back of some sort of business. There would likely be something to scrounge up if he went, but Adrian was already quite satisfied with his provisions at the moment. There'd be no point heading down that direction. Though the left seemed to be on par with the central path, it was blocked by three slumbering shapes. Unfamiliar with them, the Snubbull seemed mere shadows to him. He could tell there would be no getting past them without rousing their attention, however, and without being able to identify the Pokemon unless he got closer, he had no idea how aggressive they'd be.

Adrian reached his decision within a second, and stepped forward to head along his current path once again. The second his foot reached the cobblestones, a faint glow appeared from directly ahead. Not a second later, the glows had materialized into Houndours. Adrian didn't have enough time to react, and merely stood frozen. Thankfully, the canines didn't seem eager to attack him. In fact, they whipped right past him, leaving the boy frozen in shock as a sense of creeping dread washed over him. Behind the racing Dual-types was the sound of shouts, an indistinct cacophony that melded into the two figures that ran after the Houndours.

Acting on pure instinct, Adrian dashed to the right, keeping as close to the wall and shadow as he humanly could and ducking beneath a ledge. There was no way for him to switch sides now, even if he wanted to, and he'd have to wait for whoever's presences those were to fade before he continued down that path. Hoping that he blended in well enough, he'd attempt to calm his breathing before peering around the corner, trying to judge who the figures were and how far away they were. If he was lucky, they'd breeze right past him and he'd be on his way again.

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Footsteps echoed as the two figures closed in on where Adrian was hiding. They stopped in the middle of the crossroads. "Damn you! I told you to keep an eye on them, not let the little shits go," a masculine voice growled. The voice was low and harsh with a gravely edge. There was silence and then a thud.

"What was that for? I don't deserve to be hit upside the head." The voice was youthful and energetic. It clearly belonged to a boy not much older than 14 years of age.

"Damn right. You deserve to be fed to the hounds. First thing you've gotten right all month. You go down that way. I'll take the other two paths here. If we don't find them, gods help me boy. I'll make any punishment Mercer could give you look like a holiday. Understand me boy?"

"Yes sir.” One set of footsteps could be heard then began to fade as they traveled down the path Adrian had just come from. Grumbling. Then the sounds of foot fall fading in the opposite direction of where he was hiding. But Adrian shouldn't get too comfortable yet. There was no knowing if those two males were going to come back anytime soon and the older one had just went down a path he knew was a dead end.

To add to his situation, the egg in his pack began to crack. It made noises, shaking and rocking in its place. Pieces of the shell fell to the ground. A blinding light showed from inside the egg, forcing Adrian to look away. Thank whatever deity was watching there wasn't anyone else around to see the momentary light in the darkness. When he turned back around, Adrian would see a Pokemon where the egg had been moments before.

A Vullaby blinked in the darkness at Adrian. It flapped its wings, ruffling its feathers in its newfound freedom. It cooed softly, then a bit louder. This was a peculiar creature that seemed to be on track to make more noise. Whether it was just bad luck or that same divine being deciding to cause some chaos, the sound of footsteps could be hears again, growing louder and louder until the stopped just a few feet from his current spot. Any noise from the Pokemon or Adrian could give away his position to this man. How would Adrian react to the new Pokemon and his current situation? He had no knowledge about these people or what he could get himself involved in if he let himself be known. This was a terrible situation.

The footsteps started again, going further down the alleyway toward the sleeping Pokemon. It would be only moments before the man came upon the creatures. Adrian had a split second to make a choice. He could run, hoping to not be discovered by either person that was in the area, or he could stay put and bank on the man not disturbing the sleeping Pokemon and ignoring him completely. But there was still another scenario. Adrian could stay put and the man might disturb the sleeping beasts. What could happen then? Would the Pokemon leave him alone if they had been woken up by the other man or would he be a target of their possible rage? And there was still the issue of the new hatchling he had. The baby Pokemon would not be able to defend itself at all against an armed human or an angry Pokemon.

Either way, Adrian had only a moment, second, breath, heartbeat, however he wanted to measure it, to make the choice. Run or stay hidden?



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"Damn you! I told you to keep an eye on them, not let the little shits go."

The voice was much louder and closer than Adrian expected, and after an initial flinch of shock, the boy gave a curious tilt of his head and listened closer, trying to catch another sound. The speaker had a gravelly, deep voice; it clearly belonged to a man, someone of decent age as well. The vulgar language meant that it likely wasn't anyone too high class, but that didn't narrow things down by much -- nor did it buy Adrian any solace. Cape Augustine certainly seemed to be bustling with activity no matter what time it was, considering how many he had met on the streets already. The fact was interesting, but also quite annoying. Adrian wasn't sure why these guys were up at this unholy hour -- perhaps they would be nice like the first pair he had encountered, but he wasn't willing to test his luck twice. No one skulking through the allies of the Cape was likely up to much good anyways; he certainly wasn't. Well, not in the eyes of the Guardians, anyways.

Once again, Adrian would cautiously peek around the corner. It had sounded like the man was talking to someone else -- he doubted anyone would be talking to themselves and wandering alone at this time of night anyways, but who knew what kind of psychopaths roamed these streets? A loud, dull thud caused him to flinch back once more, his heart skipping a beat. Had someone been punched? The sound hadn't been too forceful -- hopefully the man wasn't too violent, it would make it that much harder for him should he be caught.

"What was that for? I don't deserve to be hit upside the head."

In clear contrast to the man, this voice was energetic and youthful, but still decidedly masculine. Adrian doubted its owner was more than a decade old, perhaps a teenager at most. He sounded almost playful, not at all like someone who had just been hit. The two were...friends, then? There could definitely be a playful side to their words, though it was hard to pick up a clear-cut tone in either. It certainly wasn't obvious to the degree of the playful banter between the couple he had met earlier. Still, it was hard to imagine that they were accomplices in any sort of criminal activity. The elder man, sure, but what could he be doing with someone that young? It didn't make much sense, but Adrian didn't need to analyze the situation too much -- he just needed to get the hell out of here without either of them realizing his presence.

"Damn right. You deserve to be fed to the hounds. First thing you've gotten right all month. You go down that way. I'll take the other two paths here. If we don't find them, gods help me boy. I'll make any punishment Mercer could give you look like a holiday. Understand me boy?"

Oh crap, they were looking down the paths? Still stuck clinging against the wall, Adrian couldn't tell which paths he was gesturing to. Hopefully they'd stay out of this one, give him the opportunity to sneak past. And who were the ones they were searching for? Was it the Houndour's that had just run past, or were those hunting hounds used to find someone else? At any rate, he doubted they were searching for him. The younger one certainly wasn't old enough to be a Guardian nor a bounty hunter, and their language didn't seem like the type that his master would have sent after him. That didn't mean they would be on his side, though. It was best that he avoid them completely. He filed the name away, though, in case it became important later on. Mercer. Unfamiliar, and an uncommon name. Not the nicest sounding guy either, by the way the man was speaking.

There were words of acquiescent followed by a few grumbles, and footsteps disappeared, heading down the way Adrian had just come from. The older man had thankfully headed the opposite direction of where he sat, and the ex-slave raised himself to a squatting position, prepared to make a dash past the two oblivious males. He was fast enough that he should be able to avoid being detected, especially when it was this dark. Before he could move, however, the rough satchel that he carried began shaking and emitting strange noises. Glancing towards it in panic, Adrian would squat once more and open it, revealing the egg. Cracks were running down it, emitting a soft glow that radiated into bright light as pieces of the shell fell away. Had he cracked it? No...no, it was hatching.

It couldn't have happened at a worse time. Panicked, Adrian glanced back towards the alleyway. The younger man showed no signs of coming back anytime soon, but the older man would be checking this alley back the second he found out that the route he was currently taking was a dead end. Shielding his eyes and praying desperately that no one would see, Adrian waited until the glow died down before glancing back. Promptly, his jaw dropped. He had never seen the birthing of a Pokemon. At his master's, illegal Pokemon eggs were kept in a special Hatchery and placed in the utmost care. Slaves were never granted clearance to take care of them, being too "uncouth" and "dumb" to be in even the same room as the intricate and valuable eggs.

It would have been an experience that he loved, if only it hadn't happened at such a terrible time. The hatched creature was a Vullaby, a dual-type that Adrian had worked with once before. They weren't the prettiest of things, and the one he had worked with was attention-demanding and spoiled. Then again, the majority of his master's Pokemon had been -- his personal ones, anyways. This one was blinking softly at him, cooing and fluffing up its feathers. When Adrian tried to shush the little chick, it only cooed louder. To make matters worse, footsteps were sounding yet again. As if reacting to its trainers quickening heartbeat, the Vullaby started chirping once more.

Cursing silently, Adrian would try to scoop the newborn up, hoping it didn't make too much noise. He would make quiet shushing noises as he scooted around the corner, trying to judge if he had enough time to run. Although he couldn't make out the man's silhouette or judge his position, he wasn't willing to risk it. Running now would make him look suspicious. Taking a deep breath and trying to calm his nerves, Adrian would gently cradle the Vullaby, still making low, comforting sounds in his throat before walking down the path as nonchalantly and quietly as he could, prepared to defend himself and the newborn if it came down to it.

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(0.7 EXP for your last post. So technically Adrian's team right now is Prom, Shuppet and Vullaby. I will work the others in a semi-time skip in a few posts)

Silent steps and a calm demeanor served Adrian well. He moved as quietly as he could around the corner and...

Adrian's attempt would be successful. The man wouldn't notice him and the hatchling in his arms would respond positively to his mothering actions. The chick stayed quiet as he moved. It was only moments later that snarling and growling could be heard from where he had just came from. Human shouts and then the sound of running feet. The older man from earlier seemed to have disturbed the sleeping Pokemon.

He was again the route to escaping the town that seemed to never sleep. It was within he reach. The goal that he was aiming for was right in front of him. But Adrian wasn't out of the woods just yet, so to speak.

One from the previously mentioned group took a wrong turn. It was determined to make someone pay for waking it from its slumber. Since it had lost sight of the original person that its anger was aimed it, it needed someone to be on the receiving end of its bite. From behind him, Adrian would hear the snubbull coming before it leaped out to snap at his legs. The puppy Pokemon tumbled past Adrian before landing in front of him. The pink creature bounced back on its feet eventually but was acting as yet another roadblock for Adrian. It seemed like this pup wasn't about to back down.

Snubbull bared its massive teeth and rushed Adrian again, this time going the ankles. This little pup was aggressive and more than just a little upset over the fact that he was woken up early. Maybe Adrian should try and fight his way out? Or maybe he had another idea? How would Adrian handle this pint sized problem? He certainly didn't want to attract unwanted attention to himself in case the other male outran the Pokemon and decided to come back here to continue his search. So how would Adrian end up taking on this ankle biter of a Pokemon?


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Excuse the mistakes as I try my hand at a battle scene...

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For a few blissful moments, it seemed that he had succeeded. The stillness of the night stretched out in a deafening silence, the boy's steps muffled to the best of his ability through his lithe figure and careful darting. Though his pulse was thudding through his veins from the adrenaline of the situation, he felt strangely calm. Movements careful and strategic, Adrian almost breathed out a sigh of relief when he slipped past unnoticed. With all his practice staying out of sight for the last decade, it shouldn't be a surprise to the boy that he had pulled off the feat - but the situation was tense, and he knew this was only one of several more obstacles he would likely encounter before the night was over. Cape Augustine was a hub of commotion and excitement, even in the dead of night, so Adrian was glad to have been able to avoid at least one potential issue.

And then all hell broke loose.

It started with a simple warning growl, one innately less threatening than the one the guard Mightyena's his master had kept would have issued, but it was enough to make Adrian freeze in place nonetheless. The frigid calm that had settled over him gave way to icy panic, and he slowly turned, dreading what he was about to see. In the distance, he could hear pounding footsteps and panicked shouts, but the boy's dark eyes were completely focused on the threat before him. Behind him lay the way out, the path leading out from the underworld - an exit that was obtainable if only he could get rid of the endless demons of the city.

From the darkness there emerged a pink flash, and a ball of snarling, drooling fur rolled past him. Adrian whirled around, barely stepping back in time to avoid the unyielding jaws, almost giving himself whiplash in an attempt to keep the enemy in sight. Although the Snubbull wasn't particularly intimidating upon first glance, Adrian had the added issue of keeping the situation quiet. If he caused a commotion, it would be all over. With the thing blocking his path, he couldn't very well run anyways. Though he loathed the thought of harming a Pokemon, the most effective way to get rid of the threat would be to silence it quickly. But no - he didn't want to be a murderer, not like his master had been. He might be marked as a "criminal", but he refused to act as one. If nothing else, he still had his morals and his pride.

But what else was there to be done about it? The pup wasn't about to back down, that much was clear. It also didn't look like it was willing to accept bribes. If anything, it looked almost murderous, which Adrian could kind of understand. He didn't particularly like his sleep being disturbed either. Before he could think about it anymore, however, the canine tumbled forward, canines flashing as it aimed to take a bite out of the boy's ankle this time. Adrian stumbled backwards, attempting to sidestep the attack again, but he knew he couldn't keep this up. His stamina and physical capabilities were wanting at best after years of malnourishment and abuse, and the Snubbull's fury was only building with each failed attempt at wreaking revenge.

At a loss for how else he could handle the situation, the boy's hand reluctantly trailed down, grasping a Pokeball with a frown. He really didn't want to hurt the pup, and he was still a bit wary of the Shuppet's motives... But until he came up with a better plan, this would have to do. The orb was unnaturally frigid in his hand as he drew it out, being careful to balance the baby Vullaby with his other arm without disturbing the chick. The duel-type had been quiet even through the attacks, thankfully, and Adrian gave the fluffy thing a scratch in gratitude before releasing the companion he had just met that night. There was one more occupied Pokeball in his sack, of course, but he supposed trusting a companion he had met just an hour before was better than trusting a Pokemon he had never met. The blazing heat it emitted made him cautious at any rate.

The puppet-like Pokemon appeared in a brief flash of red light, its eyes blinking merrily at Adrian. It sent chills down his back, but the boy shook it off. "Will you help me out here?" he questioned softly before gesturing to the canine. "Use Knock Off - but try not to seriously harm it," Adrian would command. If he could get the canine confused and in a daze for at least 10 seconds, that would be enough for him to slip out of sight again, and then he'd once more be on the road to freedom.

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(0.7 EXP Sorry for the short length. Please point out mistakes to me as I am currently falling asleep at the keyboard typing this.)

Adrian was slick enough to avoid the ankle biter for the moment, causing the pup to land face first into the ground. The canine growled, eyeing its targets. The fairy type was determined to give this person a piece of his grumpy mind. Sleep was an important thing, even if some humans decided that they wanted to roam around like the night Pokemon. This snubbull, for one, valued sleep and he was going to make sure Adrian knew that.

The canine disregarded the fact that the shuppet was aiming an attack at it. He jumped start toward the ghost with fangs barred. Consequently, the snubbull jumped face first into the attack and landed with a thud on its rear. The pint sized creature bounced back up and showed his fangs again. This time a faint charge of static could be heard from the canine's mouth. He lunged at Erebus full force. Erebus wouldn't be able to get away entirely but he could at least attempt to move out of the way some for the ghost type.

Whether he made full contact with the ghost or not, the subbull would still launch another attack...this time on Adrian. Teeth flared from the snubbull as he prepared to hurdle. The bite attack was aimed for Adrian's legs. The human would have just a short period of time to move out of the way or let himself be hit by the snubbull.

How would Adrian take control over the situation? It didn't seem like the snubbull was going to go quietly or without a fight. How would Adrian proceed? Maybe putting the snubbull back to sleep might even help. What would Adrian do now?


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Adrian winced as he accidentally slammed into the alley wall with how fast he moved, but at least he had avoided the attack. His odds of getting out of the Cape would be that much smaller with the added hindrance of an injury. The Snubbull landed face-first, but before the escapee could entertain any motions of running away quickly, the snarling canine was up again. Blinded by its rage, Erebus was able to land a solid blow on the Fairy-type, cackling gleefully as he did so and drifting a safe distance away. The handler cringed slightly at the heavy thud as the Snubbull fell back on its rear, but he had no time to feel pity for his enemy.

The wild Pokemon was up and charging once more towards the gloating Shuppet. Clearly not expecting such a quick recovery, the Ghost-type's reaction speed was stunted. Sharp, dark-shrouded fangs ripped at him, and though he was able to avoid a severe, full-on attack by swiveling to the side, the Bite clearly still hurt. But then the Snubbull was moving on, towards Adrian this time. The boy's reaction speed had been worn out over the last few hours through weariness, and he was a beat behind as he moved aside.

Sensing his handler's exhaustion, Erebus was quick to act. A small orb of putrid-smelling junk was quickly formed by the puppet-like creature, and he fired the Gunk Shot with no hesitation. Even if the attack didn't hit the canine directly, the splattering of garbage and acidic liquid would hopefully at least cause the Snubbull to slip and delay long enough for Adrian to get away - without a scratch if he was lucky. Regardless, the escapee glanced towards his partner, slightly surprised that he had acted without an order.

<span class="harper">"Thanks,"</span> he managed, backing up to stand behind the Shuppet once more while keeping a wary eye on the Snubbull. The Fairy-type had proven itself to be a tough opponent, and he didn't doubt its ability to get back up and attack once more. While the tenacity was admirable, Adrian didn't like being on the opposing side of it. He had wasted enough time here, and when any injury could be detrimental to his escape, he needed to get out. Now. <span class="harper">"Alright, let's get out of here."</span>

And with that, Adrian would dash off, the Shuppet following closely behind. Although both remained on guard in case the canine came after them, Adrian hoped that it would find chasing them more trouble than it was worth.

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The snubbull took the Gunk Shot to the face and howled, mostly in anger in response to his suddenly-compromised eyesight, and thrashed around in wild fury. It was just the opening Adrian needed. The Fire Fang missed and the man was able to take off down towards the back of the alley, where the street curved either to the left or the right. Neither option guaranteed a straight path to the outskirts, but with an enraged dog behind him, it wasn't like he had much time to mull it over.

The second he rounded the corner and got out of sight, a voice (probably a familiar voice) rang out from the other end of the alley, back where Adrian had originally ducked in.

"Hey, I found som- AHHH!"

The kid Adrian had hidden from not ten minutes prior was back, and with the escapee gone it was the newcomer facing the snubbull's wrath. All Adrian got to hear was yelling and vicious barking, and it seemed that providence was finally allowing him to get more than five feet without something holding him up.

Alley purrloins dove out of the man's way as he passed, and the shuppet bobbed along with something akin to glee as they went. Up ahead the alley split again, but if he was any judge of city life he might notice that the ambient noise was quieter. There were fewer people talking in the main streets, fewer pokemon drawing carts, fewer footsteps- was he nearing the outskirts? Or had he wandered into a part of town he really didn't want to be in?

He could go risk a look if he wanted, but either way, it was clear that his little maze of back alleys was about to end.


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There was a pained howl from behind him -- Adrian would take that to mean that the attack had been effective. Weary and exhausted, the runaway managed a small grin towards the Ghost-type floating beside him. "Good job. Thank you for helping me out --" Adrian was cut off as a shrill human scream came from behind them. It seemed that they had just barely managed to escape in time. If they had decided to hang around any longer, it would have been very likely that the guy would have caught them. Reaffirming his hold on the baby Vullaby still quiet in his arms, Adrian would nod to the Shuppet as they picked up the pace. They'd have to be careful in case anyone came to investigate the yell.

He cringed slightly at the sound of vicious barks and snapping jaws, but it wasn't his fault the other guy wasn't adequately equipped to defend himself. Idiot shouldn't roam Cape Augustine's back alleys at night if he was unprepared. A mass of shadows flitted away as he ran past -- probably some Purrloins, or some other Dark-type that had been startled by his frantic getaway. The Shuppet seemed quite sadistically gleeful -- too sadistically gleeful for a Pokemon that had just been bitten. Not for the first time that night, Adrian wondered if he had made the right choice offering the Shuppet to come with him. It wasn't as if he had had much choice, however. He had needed that map. And speaking of which --

Adrian carefully shifted the Vullaby to one arm, a movement which the baby Dark-type squawked indignantly at. He quickly made a few hushing noises, glancing around nervously, but the night remained still. Confirming his position the map again, Adrian quickly made sure that he was still on the right track. The night was quieter here, and there were fewer lights. He was almost out, he could almost taste freedom on his tongue. There were just a few more blocks to go, and then he'd be out and away from this hellish city.

It took a few seconds to get the map facing the right way, a few more to locate himself again. He had come a longer way than he would have thought, considering how long he had spent stuck in that tense situation. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to encounter another like it until he was well away from the city. A little bit of adventure and excitement was okay, but Adrian would prefer not to risk his life. Double checking that he was headed the right way a final time, Adrian started moving again, the Shuppet hovering cheerfully by him.

Finally, the dreary, cramped little alley opened up. The roads here weren't paved, simply worn down from wagon wheels and beating hooves. He was here, at the outer edges of Cape Augustine. And he was ready to leave his old life behind, forever. He was a new person now. He was free.

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There were a few guards lingering near the city's entrance, but the word of an escaped slave hadn't traveled here, it seemed; none of these guards were on the lookout, and they weren't too close to Adrian's position. Since he was beyond the wall there would be no stress of passing through a manned gate. He could slip into the woods until he was far enough north to pop back onto the route in question.

Footsteps, running, came through the air. The sound of someone panting followed thereafter, and a bedraggled woman darted around a house off to Adrian's left. She was clutching a small bag that bulged with some collection of round objects (fruit, perhaps?) and when she saw Adrian she gasped and ran over.
"Please, take them, she sobbed, shoving the bag into his arms. The objects were hard and had no give. Not fruit, then. "Please take care of my babies. Tell them I'm sorry." And with that she was gone, running past him. When she darted across the main street out of Cape Augustine the guards caught the movement and shouted, pursuing her. This was Adrian's chance.

If and when he peered inside the bag, the former slave would find no less than five pokeballs tucked inside. What a lucky score. Hopefully none of the occupants were too aggressive- or unhappy with their sudden change of ownership.

The cleared pasture on either side of the route was quiet, the tauros and rhyhorn and various other work pokemon slumbering for the evening. A quiet hooting rose through the trees, then fell silent. There were no travelers on the road, and although a few lit torches illuminated part of the route leading into the city, they got further and further apart until they disappeared completely.

It might be good to try and get some sleep, but, then again, his absence would surely be noted by morning, the afternoon at the latest. He might want to use the darkness as a cover to get as far away from his old home as he could, especially since anyone with common sense would probably guess that he had fled north. He could keep along the route or take a chance to pick his way through the wilderness and make for the peninsula shore. Traveling along the coast would no doubt be a safer way to get to the rest of Harper, assuming he could make it without breaking a leg.

Up ahead, in the light of one of the last torches set out, a dark figure moved. It was just outside of the halo of light, making it very difficult for Adrian to peg what it was, but after a few long moments it stepped into view. It was a vulpix. A black vulpix. It made direct eye contact with Adrian, as if trying to communicate mentally with him, then flicked its tails and darted to the west side of the road. There it stopped, looked at him again, darted towards the pasture, and stopped to yet again watch him. Did it want him to follow? Was it even safe to follow? Vulpix weren't black, and they didn't normally interact with people in the wild.


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Adrian had learned to be aware of people -- their actions, their expressions, their very presences. Even the kindest, calmest-looking person could turn into a monster in the span of a few seconds, and so the slave had made it a point to stay on his guard at all times. Though he could practically taste freedom on his tongue, he made sure to keep his wits about him. There were a few guards around the city's main entrances, but Cape Augustine was huge and travelers arriving or leaving in the dead of the night didn't arouse much suspicion. Even if they had been alerted to his disappearance, the darkness masked the details of his features, and none seemed particularly keen to examine him more closely.

And then, of course, was the woman. Her presence was immediately obvious from her heavy breathing and loud footsteps, and Adrian tensed when he realized that she was coming straight towards him. He eyed her warily out of the corner of his left eye while trying to keep the guards in his peripheral vision. In the woman's arms was a bag of...something. Was she a burglar? She was a bloody awful one if that was the case. She stepped even closer, and all of a sudden the bag was shoved into the boy's arms, causing him to flinch back violently. When nothing else happened, however, he hesitantly tightened his grip on the bag, opening his mouth to question what the heck just happened.

But the woman simply uttered a few confusing words before turning and dashing off again. Still stunned by the events, Adrian glanced around in confusion, noticing that the items in the bag clicked as they were shuffled around. A distance away, a guard gave a shout and chased after the fleeing woman. There was no time to question anything now -- Adrian shifted the bag and the baby Vullaby around so he could comfortably carry both. He'd have time to check its contents later, but right now he would take advantage of this opportunity.

The pasture on the side of the road was uncomfortably open, but he seemed to have no real choice in the matter. The open road would be even more dangerous, so he'd have to chance the woods. He had a better chance of fighting off a bandit or two than a group of Guardians. Scooting around a herd of Tauros, he was mindful to not wake them up. A stampeding group of the violent Pokemon was the last thing he needed right now. Soon he was out of reach of the torchlight, and virtually undetectable. Beside him, the Shuppet was quiet, sadistic urges fed by the earlier battle.

The thought of sleeping never crossed Adrian's mind. A day without sleeping was fine and although he was exhausted from all the adrenaline of his escape, it would be worse for him if he stopped now. Though he was out of reach of the lights, he was still following alongside the route. He'd likely have to split off as it started getting lighter outside, but right now it offered him some security, considering he wasn't exactly sure where he was going. A motion just ahead, in the last of the lights, where he had been planning on heading towards the coast, attracted his attention. Adrian would stop uncertainly, peering through the darkness.

Was that...a black Vulpix? The Shuppet beside him shifted uneasily, bobbing erratically. Well, nothing that spooked the Ghost-type could be good, and he had never heard of a black Vulpix before either. The ethereal creature stopped, figure just barely discernable by torchlight, and seemed to look straight at him. Suddenly, its tails flicked and it darted off. Was it just a figment of his imagination? No -- it was on the west side of the road now, staring at him once more. Well, that was the direction he had been planning on heading anyways, so he supposed he could at least check this out. His previous encounter with the Shuppet had ended up decently well, after all. Perhaps he could hope for a similar outcome here, some sort of aid in his travels.

Decision made, Adrian would follow the Vulpix into the woods, hesitant and wary.

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The vulpix was quiet even in the relative silence of the night, and it could have slipped easily into the shadows and been gone. But it kept an even pace, always staying just far enough ahead to keep Adrian from getting a complete look at it but close enough to be visible. As they neared the treeline the darkness just seemed to grow, and it was here that the vulpix paused, one paw held in the air. It turned its head, regarding Adrian almost thoughtfully, before stepping into the complete blackness of the nighttime forest.

It was nearly impossible to see the odd pokemon as Adrian followed, but every few moments there would come a vulpine yip or- more eerily- a flash of glowing eyes from just up ahead, continuing to lead him deeper in the woods.

The bug Pokemon and creatures of the night were silent, and the only sounds came from Adrian's own footsteps and the occasional alert from the vulpix. The former slave didn't have the easiest time of it, either. The woods were hard enough to walk through during the day, what with the logs and branches everywhere, the chaotic growth of thorny bushes and dense shrubbery. Under the cover of a canopy in the dead of night was near impossible, but the other option was going back to the city. The light from the road faded quickly, anyhow, and the vulpix had taken enough turns that going back would most definitely get Adrian lost. Not that going forward was yielding any sort of end goal.

And then the nocturnal Pokemon began to chirp and sing and scurry through the foliage once more, as if some spell had suddenly been lifted. There was no more yipping, no more glowing eyes. The black vulpix was just...gone, and Adrian was in the middle of a strange wood at night.

He could always try his luck going forward anyway, or he could decide to make camp. Either option seemed viable, especially considering that the tiniest, faintest of aromas seemed to linger on the air, as if someone far ahead through the trees was cooking a stew. And he did have some new Pokemon. Perhaps one of them would be helpful.

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Everything was quiet. Too quiet. In fact, Adrian subconsciously held his breath for a solid minute before realizing, yes, he had to breathe, and the little whoosh sounded as if a herd of Tauros had decided to stampede. The small pause and look the Vulpix had given him had given him pause for a second as they entered the forest, but the ex-slave soon found himself focused entirely on tracking the Vulpix. The Pokemon was certainly waiting for him, its pace slow and keeping to clearer areas rather than the dense undergrowth around them. Adrian wasn't certain why a wild, strange-looking variant would want to be followed, but it was interesting enough to keep his attention. Plus, he was heading away from Cape Augustine, quite possibly in the last place the Guard would look for him -- heading into the forests was pretty much a suicide mission, after all.

Barely a minute in, Adrian brushed up against the leaves of some sort of plant. The ensuing rustle of sound would have been bad enough, but the hard glint and crackle of solidifying water were much worse. Much, much worse. He stopped with a small curse, examining the now completely crystalized leaf. Poking at it, he shivered at the iciness -- it was definitely frozen, and in the middle of summer, no less. After a small hesitation, he poked at the branch attaching it to the plant, watching in horror and fascination as that froze too. What in Arceus's name...

But then a small yip came from ahead, and the distracted man was forced to continue on his path, confused and wary about his newfound power, if he didn't want to lose the Vulpix. The loss of focus came several more times when he accidentally came in contact with plants, rocks, an entire tree once when he tripped over a root -- but always, there was a yip or a creepy flash of light (its eyes?) to guide him back. After a while, their journey began to feel endless, and Adrian briefly entertained thoughts of following a mythical creature that would walk him to death in the forest with a chuckle. But no, it was just an oddly-behaved Vulpix with an agenda, apparently. He might be well and truly lost, but he was also well and truly hidden in the dense forestry.

And then it was as if a spell had broken. Buzzing filled the air as bug Pokemon came back to life, and the Vulpix escaped his sight. Adrian cursed again, glancing around for any hint of what to do. He scented something in the air, the aroma of food. His stomach rumbled embarrassingly, and he glanced around, but his Shuppet was his only companion now. The Ghost-type seemed at least a bit more at ease now that the Vulpix was gone, so he couldn't be in any serious danger.

"Well, let's go see if we can scrounge some food off this weird hiker," he murmured, setting off to follow the scent. Adrian, of course, had been a slave, not a bloodhound, and lost the scent more than once. The Shuppet seemed to understand what its new master was doing, however, and gently steered the handler back onto the right path. As the aroma grew stronger, Adrian would move more slowly and quietly, coming up behind a tree to take a quick peek. Of course, he made sure to make no contact with the bark -- a few mistakes on the way here were enough to reassure him that his icing ability had not disappeared along with the Vulpix.

The boy would take a peek around the plant, getting ready to dart back at any second if he felt he was in danger.

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The noise of all the bugs around in the forest allowed Adrian to sneak, if he wished, through the forest. It wasn’t an easy trek, by any means; while not as dark as earlier when he was following the vulpix, but it was still dark. The canopy seemed to let up a bit, allowing bits of silvery moonlight to illuminate Adrian’s way. If anything, he should’ve been happy he wasn’t in the city. Nobody from the city would look for him this deep in the woods, at least. For now, he was safe.

The smell of the food only got stronger as he crept closer, and as Adrian peeked around the tree, the sight might startle him. Lazing on the ground by a roaring but contained fire was the very same black vulpix. Its tails danced happily along the stones by the fire. Over the fire was a crudely made metal pot – a deep pot, from what Adrian could gather from his location – and on the opposite side, a salt-and-peppered haired man. Behind him, a modest looking wooden house stood, albeit lopsidedly. He poked at whatever was in the pot with a weirdly shaped wooden item. The vulpix’s ears twitched and the head perked up as it heard the rustling of the leaves.

“Did yer friend finally find you, Nata?” the man asked as he craned his neck to look at the black vulpix. The little fox gave a yip similar to the one that Adrian was following earlier. She stood up and moved from besides the fire to along the trees by the edge of the clearing. She pattered silently, as if she wasn’t even real, and stopped just before coming to Adrian’s tree. She peered into the forest for a long moment, and gave another yip.

“She’s inviting you over if you want some,” the man said from his pot. Once again, he was poking whatever he was cooking with the weird wooden object (and upon closer look was shaped more like a very shallow ladle than a spoon). He finally allowed his eyes to travel from the pot to his Pokemon, and with an invitation, the man continued, “I could use some company. Perhaps that’s why Nata brought you here to visit. She’s a good girl, although a bit of a trouble maker.”

He nodded to himself. Adrian could just stay where he was and let the man think he was alone, but the little Vulpix would yip for another few minutes before getting bored. She’d eventually settle back by the fire as the man poured himself some rather tasty looking soup with big chunks of white, brown and orange things in it, and would give a small bowl to Nata as well. He’d settle himself in a small wooden chair by the fire and stargaze as he ate.

Of course, if Adrian chose to come out, the man would give him a warm smile and introduce himself as “Jamey”, a former woodcutter out of the woods of Seaway. How he ended up here would remain a mystery yet. Jamey, of course, would offer a bowl of the stew he was making towards Adrian and jab a rather calloused thumb towards a fallen log that now served as a long, multiple person bench on the right side of the fire. At the point when Adrian was settled, he’d openly say, “Go ahead and eat. And feel free to ask questions if you want.”

Jamey knew he was a weird person. He just wasn’t interested in not explaining himself right away unless Adrian asked. There’d be few to no questions he wouldn’t answer.

In the meantime, Nata the black Vulpix would find herself interested in sitting next to Adrian on the log, staring at him with curious filled eyes.


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