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 Casper Fitzgerald's Travels
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 Posted: Mar 3 2015, 11:39 PM
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The building was darker than it had originally seemed, although Casper's eyes adjusted slowly to the dim light that filtered in from the cracks in the shutters. Despite the shut-up nature of the place, there was little standing dust: the place was traveled frequently, though clearly not lived in, considering the lack of any real furniture. Before long, as promised, footsteps from behind drew the young man's attention, and he turned to face the newcomer. Unlike the elusive Trictess, he was dressed impressively... unmysteriously. Brown tunic, brown trousers, brown hat, brown shoes. Only the quiet impressions of the armor underneath his farmer's garb made mention of his either non-innocence or tendency towards travel.

Oh, and his hair was brown too.

It was almost hard to not dismiss the man, despite the singular circumstances of their first meeting, and Casper had to make a proper effort at focusing on him as a person when he addressed the new inductee. Even his voice was peculiarly nondescript, without any definable regional accent or inflection. If ever there was a normal-typed human, it would be this man. "Right, so the Lady wants you to do your reportin' to me, off the bat. Somethin' simple will suit for your first runabout for us. Can you read, boy? -- Nevermind, I'll just read it for you..." Here, he pulled a roll of birchpaper from somewhere invisible up his sleeve and squinted through the dimness to follow the scratchy letters and scrawl. "Hem, a-hem. 'New place, same time, as the Murkrow flies and past the Bells of Dawn.' Got it?"

He waited for a minute, just staring at Casper before apparently realising that, oh yeah, this was a new kid, and elaborating. "There's a ring of smaller time smugglers what's undercutting the Lady's profits an' not paying their dues. Nothin' big, not like those fancy Pennant goods, but pricey steel and the like all the same. Figure out where the drop point is and meet 'em, and tail 'em back to their burrow. Then report back to me. I'll find you when it's time."

With no further ado than that, not even an exchange of names, the little birch paper was tossed to Casper curling back on itself as it flew, and the strange man turned and walked away, out of the room and down a corridor and out of sight. There had to be some kind of back way or something, but searching would do Casper little good -- the clever little mechanism was well hidden. Not everyone in the city of forgefires was a weaponsmith, after all, and some of the best artificers too plied their trade in Fough. On the rickety table near where the unmemorable-man had stood, three throwing daggers caught the dim light with their short hilts covered by a pair of supple leather gloves. One bore a very small branded stamp of the Order's mask on the lining, if Casper was particularly sharp and observant. Somehow, they were just his size.

But what was that supposed to mean? "As the murkrow flies and past the bells of dawn?"

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The light from the poke ball faded to the sound of a small, feminine giggle. The pokemon was… laughing? Casper could make out the outline of a pokemon floating in the air, but didn’t know what type it was. He flipped through his pokecard, finally finding the information. “So you’re called a misdreavus, huh?” At his words, the pokemon screeched, a sound that made Casper instinctively move his hands to cover his ears. “What in the world was that?!”

The misdreavus floated closer to him, and he shook a bit. Although he had wanted a pokemon of his own for his entire life, he didn’t exactly know what to do with this small floating ghost type. Ghost types creeped him out a bit, to be honest. How was he supposed to befriend a pokemon that he barely knew? He felt overwhelmed, and nearly sank to his knees. The misdreavus fluttered around his head, finally settling on his shoulder. She felt like an icy presence, almost as if a strange winter breeze were caressing his shoulder. Perhaps she didn’t hate him after all – maybe she just needed some time to get used to him. “Looks like this is something new for both of us. Mind if I call you Windermere? Wind for short,” he said, thinking of the odd windy presence she seemed to bring with her.

The misdreavus had no time to react, or to object if she so desired, before a rather ordinary-looking man entered the house. Casper started, jostling the misdreavus on his shoulder. She let out a small screech again – perhaps this was how she communicated? – before the man began to speak. He was talking rather quickly, and didn’t wait for an answer to the question about his ability to read before reading some strange riddle aloud, then waiting for some sort of confirmation.

New place, same time, as the Murkrow flies and past the Bells of Dawn? Was that what the man said? Casper was grateful when he started to explain further, but he never quite said exactly what these words meant. Was he supposed to do something with a murkrow? He didn’t have one of those – he just had Wind perched on his shoulder and he didn’t really know how to capture pokemon yet. The poke ball in his hand from the Trictess was the closest he’d ever come to owning a pokemon, and he hadn’t made the choice of which pokemon to get. Perhaps the Trictess had some kind of plans for him, but whatever they were, he didn’t understand.

The mission was apparently something about following some smugglers who weren’t paying their dues, or something like that. Casper was just about to ask for some more clarification, his mouth forming the word “Wait – ” before the man threw the paper at him and left as quickly as he came. He left through the house, and Casper didn’t know how he did this, but he knew that he hadn’t been invited and shouldn’t try to follow. Now he had a mission – but what was he supposed to do?

He noticed some supplies on the table near him, a set of fine gloves that felt too fancy for him as he slipped them on, Underneath the gloves were three small daggers. Casper didn’t have much experience with daggers as opposed to short swords, but if these were his tools for this mission, he didn’t want to leave anything behind. He pocketed the daggers in a part of his new armor, stopping for a moment to think about what a whirlwind of a day it had been. He was someone completely different from who he had been an hour ago, and he was determined to find out exactly what this new Casper could do.

“Do you want to try to find out what we’re supposed to do?” he asked Wind, who started to drift towards – and then through – the door. What an odd pokemon… but he had to acknowledge that a ghost type would definitely come in handy for a more stealthy mission. Perhaps Wind might even be willing to spy for him? Whether or not that was true, he didn’t know, but he hoped he would be able to have some kind of professional rapport with his pokemon, if not true friendship.

Casper exited into the alley, taking care to look both ways to make sure he had eluded his pursuers. He started ambling down the alleyway, peeking into doors and heading towards the center of town. Hopefully he could find some kind of clue or hint as to what was meant by the murkrow and the bells. He was never the smartest one in his family (as he was often reminded), but hopefully he would be able to make a good first impression on the Trictess’s team. They, and the ghost floating around his shoulder, were his family now.

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The first two doors Casper attempted to slip into for a peek were most securely locked. The third, fourth, and seventh were unlocked, but uninteresting. The fifth and sixth both had him staring straight into the faces of a very startled family having sat down for a meal and an old woman darning stockings respectively. Things were... well, not discouraging per se, since one couldn't really expect much else from trying to nose in on the lives of various and entirely random cityfolk. At the least, no one came at him with a hammer or fire poker for sticking his nose where it didn't belong nor chased him down the street for being a peeping tom. Not yet, anyway.

The eighth door... that was the one that discouraged Casper from further nose-poking. The rough rope handle scratched his palms a bit, but nothing in the old metal of the lock or the basic sanded planks of the door hinted at the madness that he would unleash. The moment he opened the door, he knew he was in trouble. Just inside the door was the roundest, lumpiest bottom he had ever seen or never-wanted-to-see on a woman bending over into a basin. She straightened, lumps of fat like curdled milk and with a cascade of hair like dirty straw and the sour smell of unwashed female body. In no way was she a healthy looking woman, not hte plump rolls of a soft life with excess nor the slender athleticism of a milkmaid or farmer's lass. And she saw him while he was caught staring, her face disfigured by fury and shock and humiliation into something out of a goblin tale. She screamed, breaking his stupor, and snatched for her robe in the same motion as she hurled something at him from the vanity table near the basin. Whatever it was smashed on the door as Casper tried hastily to retreat. He made it almost a block before the sickly-fat woman burst from her door wielding what looked an awful lot like an iron coat rack with a nasty point on it and screaming about a pervert. Dear Arceus.

The chase didn't last long, at least, thanks both to the woman's unfit nature and the state of disarray her clothing was yet in. When he finally came to a panting halt amid a great many disgusted or confused looks (most of which weren't hostile at least), he had found himself near the city centre. He also found himself being eyed suspiciously by a couple of Guards, although they didn't seem particularly inclined to intervene. They probably thought -- and likely rightly -- that his knowing that he had their attention would be enough to warn him off. All in all... not only did he fail to magically uncover a clue, but he had also kept himself in enough minor trouble that he hadn't been able to spend much time thinking about or ensuring his memory of the riddle's words.

Now what?


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Casper tried to open a variety of doors, doubting his plan more and more the more doors he opened. By the time he startled a small family he hurriedly apologized and started to leave. One more door, he decided. Just one more door. But he couldn’t stop, not even after running into an old woman and then entering a completely uninteresting house. Was he ever going to find anything interesting, he wondered?

And then, well, he found something interesting.

When he first opened the door, he hadn’t had any idea what was going on, only that there was a great mass of flesh bent over that looked like a woman and – oh, no… the only warning Casper had of the owner of the big butt turning around was Wind making the slightest peep of shock and then vanishing into thin air.

“I – sorry – I said I’m sorry!” he yelled as he turned on his heels and began running. He heard the noise of something shattering, and his instincts took over. Noticing only the presence of the invisible Wind on his shoulder, he started bounding down the street, and as he turned a corner he heard the woman’s voice, shrieking about a pervert. “I didn’t even want to look,” he murmured to Wind, who chirped in assent as he turned another corner. Now that he was on his second life-or-death chase of the day, he was beginning to tire, his breaths coming faster and faster.

Finally, he couldn’t hear her voice anymore, but he found himself in the town center being ogled by townspeople and guards alike. Now, of course, Wind popped back into the visible realm with a small chuckle. “Great, now what?” he muttered, trying to remember what the nondescript man had told him. Something about a murkrow? There was a riddle he was supposed to be solving, and now that he couldn’t remember all of the parts, how was he supposed to do anything? Wind chuckled again, perhaps feeding off Casper’s frustration, but he felt completely frustrated and misunderstood. Here he was, just a few hours into his life in the Order of the Masque, and he was already failing. Maybe his parents were right, and he should have stayed at home.

He started to wander again, carefully avoiding the glances of the townspeople who were clearly judging him. He pretended to look at the job board at the center of the square, spending enough time to make people think he was concentrating on the posted jobs, but really he was thinking about what to do next. Should he try to go about his business and hope for another random clue, because clearly this business of seeking a clue for himself wasn’t working, or should he perhaps try to get some more experience with pokemon?

Perhaps he should try to go towards route six. It would help him get out of the city where he now had quite the lovely reputation, and maybe he could try to find a murkrow. He didn’t remember seeing them in Edgewood when he was a young boy, but maybe he could find one on the new route that he had never traversed before. But what was he supposed to do with the murkrow, if he found one? Also, how would he battle it, he thought? Wind barely knew him and she was weak to dark types.

He started to feel some more despair, doubting himself as he walked towards the route. He didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but he felt like he should try to get out of town and see if he could locate any murkrows or some other useful pokemon to help him battle a murkrow. He had no idea how to catch a pokemon, and barely knew how to interact with them, but Wind started to drift ahead of him and made a loud screech. Casper had to bite his tongue to not yell at her to be quiet, but maybe she was calling out to someone… something… he had no idea.

Casper tried to look natural as he started walking towards the town gate, thinking about murkrows and not allowing himself to think about nothing else. Not the woman who he accidentally looked at naked, especially as he was feeling worse and worse about this. He almost wished he could go back and apologize, but he had no desire to be murdered by her makeshift weapon. He gave a wistful glance towards the street, hoping he hadn’t insulted the girl too much. Maybe she was just misunderstood, like he was.

He walked out of town, surveying his immediate surroundings to try to find pokemon. He was generally good at this in a forest setting, but he didn’t know what he could try to do in a non-forested setting. Wind stayed nearby, occasionally drifting near a set of bushes or some trees, but staying within eyesight and earshot. Unsure of himself and his next steps, Casper continued along the path.

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As it turned out, Wind's screech was not as random as it had initially seemed, and before Casper had made it more than a couple minutes past the edge of the city, she screeched again from the bushes. Casper, turning to see what the matter was, would find himself once again faced with the normal-type-man. Unfortunately, this time he didn't look terribly pleased. He had his arms crossed and his lips were a flat line, his eyes little better. For a long minute he just stared at Casper, and stared, and stared, emanating disapproval that made the boy shift in place. Just as he couldn't take it anymore and was about to speak up (or possibly yell?), the normal-type-man cut him off. "Where do you think you're going, boy? Either you do the job the Lady gave you or you return that pokemon and gear and I consider letting you keep your neck."

Uh oh. Somehow, the normal-type-man seemed a lot more dangerous than he had before. Wind didn't seem the least perturbed by the situation, though. Having come from the order, perhaps she knew the man, and if she did she almost certainly new him better than Casper knew her, having only met an hour or two ago at most. She circled the two, cackling and feeding off of the emotions of the pair and apparently waiting to see what would happen. The man carried no visible weapons, but there were a couple pokeballs visible on his belt, and his demeanor was as good as a knife to the throat.

"Do you need it repeated? Find the smugglers' drop. Tail them. Report back. Their note: 'same time, new place. As the murkrow flies, past the Bells of Dawn.' I gave you the birch paper. They're smuggling stuff into the city, boy, not out here."


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Casper had barely walked out of the boundaries of Dedrius before he saw the trictess's ordinary-looking man appear again. He felt a lump in his throat and tried to swallow, but all he ended up doing was a rather strange cough. The man stared at him and he stared back, not aware of whether it would be disrespectful to speak first. He was so new to this whole idea of being in the Order and didn't want to screw anything up - but, as soon as the man spoke, it seemed like Casper had indeed made a mistake.

"I'm sorry," he said sheepishly, then realized he probably needed to explain himself better than this. "I'm just having a bit of - okay, a lot of trouble understanding this riddle. I don't really know what I'm doing and I'm sorry. I'm not trying to run away, I swear, I'm just confused and I don't really know what to do next." He started to blush as Windermere cackled, floating between him and the other man and seemingly feeding off both of their emotions - the man's frustration and Casper's embarrassment and shame.

Casper thought for a few moments after his outburst, trying to calm down and make himself seem less like an impulsive child. He needed to impress this man, and this approach was completely wrong. He wondered what he could do, and contemplated perhaps taking a bit of time to cool down. Just as he started to think of what to say, Wind started flying away rather quickly, towards the forest. "Hey! Wind! Come back!" he yelled, and began running after his pokemon.

The longer he followed, the more he felt like Wind was tricking him, or trying to mess up his chances with the Order. Why was she leading him so astray? He believed this, of course, and started doubting that Wind was even a good pokemon to raise. No, he knew he was going to make her like him, but perhaps it might be harder than he thought. Wind cackled as she read his emotions, ranging from confusion to bewilderment to pure frustration and anger. It was not long before he found himself confronted by a slew of victreebel...

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The trees seemed to part for Casper as he left the old woman, having only spoken to her for a short while but somehow it made sense that he was now accompanied by a hoothoot. His new team member and Wind both flew ahead, and once they left the forest, Casper was starting to feel more optimistic. Maybe he should think about what the riddle really meant? He pulled the birch paper out and looked at it once again. As the murkrow flies... he had never seen a murkrow fly, but he heard they generally flew in straight lines. Perhaps he needed to go straight in a direction - but which one? He thought about the other part of the riddle, the Bells of Dawn. What could possibly be meant by that phrase? He thought of a pokemon crowing in the morning, or perhaps a clock tower, so as he walked back into town to renew his mission, he thought about trying to find one of these two options. If not, he would simply have to re-evaluate what he was doing.

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It wasn't long before Casper and his new companions made it back into the town, Wind and Cal playing as they flew through the stress, always doubling back to keep just ahead of the distracted handler as he pondered. For a time, it was peaceful. Casper took no notice of the strange, awed, or dangerous looks people gave the hoothoot, and the harperian legend took even less. Humans were strange, after all, and he had no real experience to know whether some of the expressions were good or bad. Windermere simply enjoyed the jealousy and greed that the humans gave off.

Then, Cal screeched, shaking Casper out of his reverie. What? He looked around in alarm, only to see the golden owl tangled in a mass of rope on the ground. It'd be generous to call the tangle a net, but it had nonetheless managed to snag and entangle the shiny pokemon, who was thrashing miserably. Over the net stood a girl who looked no older than Casper himself, dirty and careworn though she might be. Some instinct went off in his head and he realised -- poacher. And Caledonia wasn't strong enough yet to get away by himself. The girl looked almost awed by her own good fortune, letting Wind and Casper catch up. She didn't seem very experienced at this.

That, of course, didn't make her any less dangerous. She scrambled, throwing the netting she still held over the owl to tangle him further and pulled a pokeball from her own belt to defend her "catch," followed swiftly by a wicked looking dagger. The crowd murmured in alarm and pulled away while the girl screeched at him in her nearly unintelligible street rat dialect, "It's mine now! Mine! Ain't no nobody like you gonna having be a one'a them birds no how! Nobody ain't gonna be believing if you go cryin' yella neither!!! Get 'im back, Mook!"

The pokemon she had released growled at them. It was ragged, hungry looking, but clearly loyal to its human. This could be bad.


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Casper had barely gotten back towards town, following Wind and Caledonia floating ahead of him, when he suddenly heard a loud screech. Head lost in the clouds, he turned to look for the source of the noise – and found that Cal wasn’t flying next to Wind. She was making the noise but he couldn’t see her – at least, until he looked down at the ground and saw her tangled up in a net of ropes, struggling and wiggling and trying to get out, but not able to do much more than hoot and wail in her struggle. All he could hear was the “Hooooot!” of her struggle.

Casper started breathing faster, adrenaline rushing through his body at the same time thoughts of his own failure were flooding into his head. He hadn’t even caught Cal an hour ago, and here she was in pain and it was all because of him. Who was he kidding? He couldn’t be a pokemon trainer, all he could do was fail. He stared at her in the net for a moment, her eyes catching his, and he could see her beginning to get blurry. Through a mist of tears he refused to shed, he stood with his fists balled at his side, Wind cackling as she floated around him and Cal.

“Damn it, Wind, can you just not?!” he practically shouted, barely noticing her startled reaction or the girl’s approach. He barely heard her words, but he could get her intention loud and clear. She was saying he was unworthy, and at that moment the self-pity in his heart started to boil over into rage. He felt himself take a strong and loud breath through his nose, grunting out “Get away from Cal or else.”

The hoothoot looked up at her trainer, surprised to see that he was so emotional over her. She didn’t know him too well aside from the fact that the woman of the forest thought he was worthy of her, but she didn’t really know what that meant. She was beginning to understand that, but she still hadn’t exactly figured out what he meant. Was he just after her for the prize of owning a golden hoothoot, or did he actually care about her personality? Was she Cal to him, or was she his trophy pokemon? This battle would prove the truth - either way, she would know.

The urchin girl sent out a pokemon that looked almost as ragged as she did. Under other circumstances, Casper might have felt friendly towards her, might have even pitied her, but now that she had his pokemon in her grasp, he would not hesitate to fight to the death. He ignored the people watching, he ignored just about everything, except the fact that the pokemon the girl sent out was a houndour. Not that Casper was a pokemon expert, but he could tell from the alarmed look on Wind’s face and the squeak she emitted that she was not prepared to fight it.

“Figures, I’ve got a useless pokemon,” he grumbled, then raised his voice, directing his words towards the girl. “Last chance. You step away from Cal, or I won’t take it easy on you. She’s my… my friend, and you don’t get to touch her.”

At the sound of his words, he heard a shout from someone in the crowd. He couldn’t quite make out the features of the person, but he was fairly sure she wasn’t the same girl who he had accidentally peeped on earlier. “Take it!” she yelled, throwing something in the air. Casper couldn’t see if the girl tried to go for it, but he ran a few steps and caught the poke ball. He looked back at the woman, and she offered no more gestures than a frightened shudder. Perhaps she was afraid of the urchin, too – and offering her pokemon for help.

“Thanks,” he yelled, not even sure if he was facing her anymore. His brain was swimming and everything was happening so quickly. All he could do was press the button in the middle and watch as a small orange pokemon emerged from the ball, its mouth opened wide and its stubby legs standing proud. Well, not exactly proud – the little trapinch looked like it didn’t quite know what it was doing, but it turned its head to look at Casper.

The pokemon looked like a pit trap, he realized, as the small orange pokemon opened its mouth wide. He didn’t really care much for the pokemon’s personality, or the fact that it looked like the pokemon was rather tired and not prepared to fight – all he cared about was that it had teeth, sharp pointy teeth that could puncture that pokemon and win the battle.

He didn’t hesitate to make the command. “Trapinch, go, try to bite that thing!” He saw the houndour’s threatening gaze, and he saw the battle unfold before his eyes. He could picture the trapinch biting the houndour, both of them getting scratched and scraped and hurt and bleeding. He could picture himself letting down another pokemon, another time. He looked down at Cal as she struggled in the ropes, looking up at him with such fear in her eyes. Or… was that even fear? It looked almost like hope.

Like hope. The trapinch started running forward – for such stubby little legs, the pokemon could definitely move faster than Casper thought it would be able to. Perhaps it would even be able to overwhelm the opponent’s pokemon – or maybe, he thought, it could overwhelm the opponent herself. He had no sympathy, no pity, for anyone who tried to take what was his. He had won this life and it hadn’t been easy, and he wasn’t about to just let some girl walk away with his prize. No, he was going to be the winner from now on. Never second best again.

The trapinch ran forward, and had nearly collided with the houndour’s space until Casper commanded, in one harsh word: “Dodge.”

“Piiinch?” The trapinch didn’t turn around, but he could hear the confusion in the creature’s voice. Why was he supposed to dodge? Why couldn’t he just attack the houndour like he was supposed to?

“Dodge.” Casper knew what he was asking, and the trapinch was beginning to see too. He was supposed to run past the houndour and aim for the urchin girl. He was supposed to catch her in his teeth and at least snap at her to give her a warning, at most try to complete his Bite attack. He didn’t know exactly how he felt about this. He needed one sign, one more clue, to know that he was doing the right thing.

Casper looked on, unrelenting. “Dodge,” he commanded once more, and the trapinch uttered a low growl as he tried to outsmart the houndour, looking like he was about to bite to hopefully make the dog pokemon shy away so he could get to the real target. Casper watched, knowing he was in the right. This was self-defense. This was all for the sake of his friend… right? Right?


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The urchin cursed out loud and reached for her belt, pulling a dagger free and brandishing it threateningly at both handler and trapinch. The weapon looked as worn as she was, but there was no doubt that it would do damage if it had to. The houndour snarled as Pit scuttled forward, and the way it lunged suggested that it did expect an attack from the opposing pokemon. When Pit instead plowed towards its mistress it paused, confused, and whirled to give chase. For all the trapinch could move startlingly quickly, the houndour could move faster. Sparks danced around its maw as it launched itself towards the trapinch, and before Pit could reach the urchin, the houndour had latched onto one of the ant lion's back legs with a Thunder Fang. Snarling, the canine yanked backwards, dragging Pit away from its handler.


The girl seemed to realize that she was going to quickly be overwhelmed if she kept on like this. Judging by her expression she'd been caught off guard by the direct attack on herself- weren't there some unspoken rules about that? She'd complain if she had the time- and she seemed to realize that she needed to take her prize and go. Besides, the longer they caused a commotion the higher a chance there would be of attracting guards, and the urchin was anything if not paranoid about the law. Even if guards didn't show up, some other thief or poacher might swipe her prize from her.

"Do a quick-like cover!" She yelled, dashing towards the net and the struggling hoothoot. The houndour seemed to understand the command, for all it was said it slang, and let go of Pit as a dark fog spewed from its mouth. Within seconds the thick, choking Smog had covered the battle area, and those passerby who'd been watching began to cough and back away.

The urchin began to cough, too, and the flaw in her plan became readily apparent; she couldn't see in the choking haze any more than Casper could. She'd been closer to the net, though, but over the din of the battle came a high-pitched, bird-like screech followed by the urchin's cries of pain- and curses. Caledonia had decided that she wasn't going with this strange person and had taken to pecking the girl's hands whenever they got close. It was becoming significantly harder to grab this bird and run. On top of that, the noises Cal was making made it easier to pinpoint her location in the dark smoke.



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Casper knew what he was doing. He was in full control of the situation, he believed, and he believed he was going to emerge from this situation victorious. The girl would earn what she had coming, and then he would release Caledonia easily once she was incapacitated. He had a plan, and with the trapinch by his side, he knew how he was going to execute it. Casper knew what he was doing... at least, until the darkness fell.

He could barely see his own fingertips in front of him, let alone judge what his pokemon were doing. He started coughing and felt like his lungs were betraying him, his body was deserting him, he was going to lose everything and this time it was no one's fault but his own. But he was not going to back away, no, he could hear from far away the girl coughing too, and Cal's screeches pierced the air. He honed his ears on that sound, but he couldn't pinpoint the direction where it was coming from. He needed help, but seeing as he believed his trapinch was currently biting off a leg, he called out his only remaining pokemon.

"Wind," he choked out, losing sight of the ghost type almost immediately after the red light streamed through the cloud. He tried to make out Caledonia's location, but he couldn't. He knew he would need to rely on Wind, as much as she was at a disadvantage, because he would never retreat. He would never give up, and he would never give in. And this time, he had two - no, wait, three - pokemon in the fight with him. He was the leader of a team, and he had to become responsible for once in his life. "Find her," he managed to cough, hoping the ghost type would understand who he meant.

Wind heard his words and heard his despair, listening to how his trembling breaths led to waves of sorrow and premeditated grief. Perhaps he was even feeling - was that a twinge of guilt, for the girl? She floated near his head, picking up the jumble of feelings and steering clear of the dark type. For once in her life, she felt afraid, and she couldn't feel Casper's feelings over her own for a brief moment until another of Caledonia's screeches broke through the cloud and through the murky mist.

She might not be good at navigating around dark types, but if there was one thing Wind could do, it was slink around in the shadows. She tried to use an attack she employed to slink through the shadows of the night. Surely, these wouldn't be too different, or at least... she hoped they wouldn't. Hope was a new emotion for the ghost type, and she tried to use it to fuel past the fear and advance towards Caledonia's screeches.

The hoothoot saw Wind's approach, wishing she could somehow shine at Wind to reveal her location. However, considering she would need light to even be seen, she settled herself to the fact that she might be stuck in the net for at least a little while longer. She kept crying out until she felt the odd presence of what felt like a shadow lurking closer until she hoped that oddity was really Wind's presence nearby.

They heard a coughing from the mist, and until the words formed, neither of the two pokemon could tell whether it was Casper or the girl he was fighting against. "Wind, can you... hear me? Get her out of there," he called, and Wind let out a loud screech. Cal started to cry out, but then, unexpectedly to Casper, she started to quiet down, almost as if she was being forced to quiet herself.

"What are you doing?" Casper called out in alarm, until he thought that if maybe, just maybe, Wind had a plan. Perhaps she was quieting the hoothoot's yells to hide her location from the girl, which just might give Casper enough time to rescue them both.

And just as he began to find the strength to push through the dark cloud some more, holding his breath and his nose and feeling his lungs burn as his feet dragged through the mess the battle had made of the streets, Pit felt a bite with a few stray sparks on his back leg. He struggled against the houndour's pull, not feeling as weakened by the electric type move... and in the moment in which all the chaos was about to unfold, Casper felt his feet begin to tremble. The earth was Pit's ground - and he was trying to own it, and Casper realized he had in fact left his entire future up to fate.

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The ground shook rather violently as Pit’s earthquake began to take hold. The girl’s houndour grasp on the trapinch’s leg came undone as the fire dog struggled to absorb the shockwaves. The pokemon cried out in pain as the ground broke below him and the bones in the houndour’s legs felt waves course through him. Pit would be able to easily break away from the houndour that caused so much trouble.

The houndour whimpered as it worked to try and recover from the aftershocks of the earthquake. “Damn. Houndour, come on!” The girl yelled to her partner. A sense of urgency strained on her voice. Though Caspar could not see her foe, it wouldn’t be difficult to hear that she had a real vested interest in the capture of the specially colored harper trio pokemon.

Winds began to pick up as clouds rolled in. The breeze allowed the haze to clear. Once clear, Caspar would find that the girl had readied a burlap sack and a knife in her hand ready to snatch the bird who still struggled to get free. The girl ran forward with the burlap sack flapping in the breeze and she darted toward the hoothoot pinned to the ground. She would see, however, the impending approach from the misdreavus.

“Houndour hurry. Get it!” The dark pokemon would find the energy to leap forward with a sucker punch to prevent the misdreavus from getting in between the girl and the hoothoot. With both the misdreavus and bird otherwise unavailable, it would be up to Caspar and Pit to find a way to avoid the poaching of Cal. Caspar could get into the fray himself to physically defend his precious Cal. The girl would be an even match for Caspar and Pit should be able to finish the houndour with one well placed strike, though it’s unlikely that without a little creativity, would the houndour be stopped from intercepting Wind.


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As soon as the ground started shaking, Pit realized that he was no longer burdened by the houndour's sparking bite. He let out a jubilant cry, not stopping the earthquake until he could hear his opponent whimper. For the first time in a very long time, he felt almost jubilant, like he didn't need to listen to a trainer or do anything he didn't want to do. He might not have been the fastest pokemon out there, but he could manipulate the very earth the other pokemon depended on to live, and he felt a surge of power even as the earthquake began to peter out.

As the haze cleared, Pit was able to look back up towards Casper, but before the boy could issue any orders, Pit started to burrow under the ground. When he was underground, he couldn't tell exactly where he was going, so he started trying to listen for the reverberations of the houndour's whimpering underground. But then he heard the urchin girl yell, and he remembered that he was supposed to be going after her. He took a moment to consider what to do, not bothering to think of Casper or what he might want him to do - and then tried to follow the girl's voice. If he surfaced with a Dig attack, he might knock her off her feet, thus taking her out of the battle without causing permanent injury. He popped out of the ground when he heard her second call to her houndour, hoping to prevent anything worse from happening.

Casper wasn't entirely sure what was happening underground, but he trusted the trapinch and trusted in his own victory. He saw the houndour in pain and knew it wouldn't take much to take it down, but if Pit wasn't above ground or able to listen to orders and Cal was still trapped, that only left Wind, who wasn't exactly the best match-up. In fact, as Wind approached Cal in the shadows, she was shocked when the urchin girl noticed and commanded her houndour to attack. Wind tried to brace herself, but she felt a dark-type punch at her side and crumpled to the ground.

"Wind!" Casper yelled as he saw his starter go down, suddenly feeling a rush of regret for sending her against a dark type in the first place. He really was being an irresponsible trainer, first by letting Caledonia fly out in the open in the middle of a city and then by sending out Wind to battle for him. Then again, he didn't have much of a choice with sending out Wind - but hopefully, if she got up, things would start to get slightly better.

"Come on, Wind, get up, you can do it," he called out, watching her closely now that the haze had completely vanished. Wind let out a small chirp indicating that she was conscious, but she was not moving off the ground anytime soon. When Casper realized this, he had to fight an impulse to put his head in his hands and give up. What could he possibly do with no pokemon able to battle? There was no way he was going to surrender, but his own skill with weapons was rather new, and there was no guarantee he would escape the encounter alive. And it would be easier to run than accept the fate of losing his life...

As if coming from nowhere, he heard a rush of wind and felt a slight chill near his feet. He looked down and didn't see anything at first, but he felt it again and realized there were small balls of energy drifting near the ground. They didn't seem powerful enough to do any real damage, but perhaps they could incapacitate the houndour who seemed to be walking on shaky legs. One hit to the legs might not be enough to make it faint, but it might not be able to move for a while, which could buy Pit some time to get out of the ground or Wind enough time to recover some energy... or even time for Casper to free Caledonia and allow her to join the fray.

"Go for it," Casper said, not entirely sure what would happen, but hoping he could free Cal sooner rather than later. She looked so uncomfortable as she squirmed in the ropes, and he could practically feel the rope-burn she would have after all her struggling and biting. If he was going to be a proper trainer for her - and for his other pokemon - he would need to get some sort of medical attention for his pokemon soon.

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The houndour yipped rather loudly at the point of impact of sucker punch. It was already injured, and while the strike on the floating ghost was successful, it was the landing on it's paws that sent waves of pain through the fire dog's body. The pup whined and growled at the same time, both trying to keep up appearances of fierceness and trying to mitigate the pain it was feeling from the battle. Pit's movements of the ground injured the girl's pokemon more than even she had realized.

Wind, although knocked down and struggling to find energy, managed to launch a weakened shadow ball that landed squarely on the houndour's snout. While it was directed toward the legs, the misdreavus lack of ability to aim caused the shadow ball to veer off target, and in a stroke of blind luck, hit the dog in the face. The houndour recoiled and cried out. It was knocked over to its side. This time, it wasn't getting up.

The girl's attention was now at Cal who writhered in the ropes beneath her as she tried to cut the ropes, manage the burlap sack, and avoid the pecking of the harper trio pokemon. The hoothoot's rope cage, if you would call it that, was loose enough that Caspar would be able to free the bird if the girl could be dealt with first.

Caspar wouldn't have to worry about that, however, Pit made his appearance and burrowed up from the ground below, biting onto the girl's leg as she tried to cut the ropes free. Peck's from Cal's beak made a few impacts on the girls hands, and at one points caused her to drop the knife. Pit would drag her back enough and let go of her leg. This was enough time for Caspar to close the distance and gap between them and pull Cal out of the ropes.

"You dont understand! I must have that bird. My li-"

As the girl tried to stand back up, one well-placed stray arrow came from afar, piercing her in the chest. The arrow's source was unknown, but it would be up to Caspar to recall his companions and hope he could evade whoever pierced and killed the girl with the arrow.

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Things were happening so quickly that Casper couldn't even process everything that was going on. He saw the houndour fall in battle, and started to feel an adrenaline rush pouring through his veins. Was this the feeling of victory? It was so strange yet so right, and when the dark type hit the ground, Casper had stopped thinking and was just feeling. He could feel everything, every breath passing through his nostrils, the tiny tears leading to the rip of the ropes and Cal's fluttering wings beating against the tattered ropes over and over until she could extend to most of her (albeit short) wingspan. With a flutter and a flick of her body, she stood on top of the ropes triumphantly. The houndour was down, Cal was free, and Pit emerged from the ground with a great snap and a flash of red on his teeth. What could go wrong, Casper thought? What in the world could ruin this perfect moment?

Apparently all it took was an arrow and a burst of blood, the tip of the arrow emerging from the urchin girl's ribs as she took her final breath and collapsed on the ground with a loud thump. Casper hadn't realized how heavy a body really was, even that of a starving adolescent girl, or how her eyes would still be open and her mouth hanging in an O of shock from the first wave of pain. Her lanky hair fell loosely around her shoulders with a great shudder, she ceased to move.

Casper took a great heaving breath, realizing this was victory... but what in the world would happen next?

Questions flooded his mind, not giving him enough time to think about one before his frantic brain would dart to the next. Who had shot the girl? Was it his fault? No, the leg bite was - he hadn't realized it would be so bloody and messy and - how would he ever clean the trapinch's teeth? Would Pit hurt him too, make that same bloodstain that was only slowing on the girl because she had ceased to bleed? Would that wound have caused her death, if not for the arrow? Beating against his heart was the question: Was he a murderer, even implicitly?

Another rush of adrenaline ran through his body and he felt his hands doing several things at once, even while his mind was in turmoil. Wind returned to her poke ball with a great sigh - how would he ever get to a healer? How would he explain Pit's bloodstained teeth to a healer? - the trapinch returned to his ball as well, and Casper slid both balls into the pocket of his bag. Then he turned to Caledonia, finding her standing over the houndour's body with a look on her face that he couldn't tell if it was pain or pity. He pressed the button in the center of her ball at the moment he realized that the girl's killer might have been looking for the shiny Harper trio pokemon.

When he recalled Caledonia, he realized he was alone, all alone, in the face of a murderer. Who was the mysterious killer? Was it someone benevolent who thought Casper was in trouble - or was it someone who wanted to complete her mission for her? He thought back to the girl's last panicked words - her last words that she would ever speak - and how she needed Caledonia in order to live. He hadn't realized it in the moment, but for the girl, this battle was a life or death struggle, and he had caused her death.

He didn't want to touch her body, look into her face, or even think about the fact that she had existed in the first place. He definitely didn't want to think about anything, but he heard something from the ground and he had to tear his eyes away from looking in random directions in a vain hope of finding the bowman to looking down.

The houndour had merely fainted. He wasn't dead - or, at least, Casper didn't think he was - and Casper began to think that he might be, soon. The bowman hadn't stopped from killing a young girl; would he stop at a defenseless houndour? It was clear to Casper that the houndour couldn't attack even if he wanted to, but would the bowman stop? If the bowman wanted to cover his tracks, it would be best to neutralize any source that would be able to find him, and that included a pokemon with a powerful sniffing nose.

Before Casper even processed what he was doing, he started taking a few tentative steps towards the fallen houndour, still looking around and around for any clue as to where his next potential opponent might be. He knew what he was doing was dangerous and felt like his heart was about to pound out of his chest, and even as he walked he could feel his pulse radiating through his body and extending to his feet. He couldn't feel his own exhaustion or the fright he had experienced in these few scant minutes of battling, but in those minutes he had known a life that was not alive anymore, and he was not going to let her sacrifice kill her pokemon as well.

With one hand hovering over the houndour's body, Casper crouched down and used his right hand to touch the girl's body. He barely realized he was doing it, and he only dared to look for one thing - the houndour's poke ball. He vaguely remembered the girl calling her pokemon Mook, and in that name there was a bond of love. He finally placed his left hand on the houndour's back and could feel his ribs, although he could also feel that the houndour was not completely starved. The girl's ribs had been visible too, but instead of taking food for herself, she had given part of what little she had to Mook.

Mook was loved, and now that his love was taken away, he would wish for the second chance that would never come. Casper wasn't quite getting emotional, but he knew he couldn't just leave the pokemon here to die. How could he call himself a trainer otherwise? Not that this was a way to take a pokemon, usually, but since when was he a person who followed rules?

If he found the poke ball on the girl's body, he would shove it in his bag, but either way, he would try to lift the houndour's scrawny body and run with the pokemon in his arms. He ran and ran, looking for a place to find shelter, perhaps a building to duck into (hopefully not one with a bathing woman this time) and perhaps even a healer. For now, though, he simply ran, allowing the adrenaline in his body to carry him through the streets. For all intents and purposes, he hoped to resemble a worried trainer with a horribly scrawny pokemon, not someone trying to hide anything at all.

The girl's body lay almost forgotten, an arrow protruding from her chest, but if Casper had his way, he would see to it that her pokemon would not die of hunger on the streets.

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    Casper's rummaging around the girl's things proved fruitful in his attempt to find the houndour's capsule. Upon closer inspection, Casper would see the pokeball with what appeared to be an engraving. The engraving was rather poorly done, but The letters M, O, & K could be seen. The engraving must have been done with an unsteady hand and a rather dull knife.

    The streets of Dedrius began to fill as many of those in town began to stop at markets on their way home to their families. There were no direct witnesses to the girl's murder, but it wouldn't be long before a crowd would form around the girl and the guardians would respond accordingly.

    Mook growled and whimpered, but didn't resist, upon being picked up in Casper's arms. The dog shifted slightly, showing signs of coming to. The houndour wouldn't wake and attack. At least not yet. Not while Casper ran to protect the dog.

    Casper was right to begin running; while the bowman who killed the girl did not directly engage the young man, instead opting to stay back, there was no telling if the man was trailer Casper or not. It wouldn't be long before Casper's running would cause him to collide with a body covered in armor. Both humans - and the houndour in Casper's arm - fell onto the ground. Upon landing, a loud yelp would come from Mook.

    "Boy. What are you running from and why weren't you paying attention?" Upon noticing the badly injured houndour, the guardian would quickly take a gentler tone. "What happened? Tell me everything. What happened to this houndour?" He extended his hand to Casper to aid him in righting himself. The guardian would then get down on the ground for a closer look at the houndour. "This pup needs medical attention now. I need to know what's going on though before I can help." Casper could be honest with the guardian, but he would risk the shot at him being labeled a murderer. He could try to lie, but word would likely spread about the girl's death. It was up to him now.

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