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 Denzil Heath's Travels, Amakiir
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 Posted: Jan 24 2015, 03:13 PM
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After years of waiting and watching, Denzil had finally been given a pokemon of his own. What kind of creature had Kurt seen fit to gift him with? Would it be an elusive dark-type keeping to the shadows, a waiting protector? Or what about a hardy fighting-type, able to do the work of two men? Or perhaps - these thoughts must have been swirling through Denzil's mind as he packed up the old man's stand. A pokemon of his own!

The stand was made quick but careful work of as Denzil undoubtedly hurried to pack it up. Once he was done, he could finally meet the gift Kurt had given him. The old man had been good to him, for sure. But perhaps Denzil was quite so eager to meet his Pokemon that he thought a little delay wouldn't hurt before he returned the stand? Or maybe he was just as he looked - an efficient, hard-working man, who wouldn't turn his back on an employer's order.

Either way, there were a few choices for Denzil to make. He could release his Pokemon immediately after he finished, learning what the precious sphere contained. Perhaps he could see if he could find any street battles and participate? Or money might be his goal - once he met his pokemon, there were plenty of jobs that needed doing.

The choice was his, and his only. Denzil needed to know only one thing: he had a whole world ahead of him, and he would have a pokemon by his side to take it on with.

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Denzil found himself alone among the smatterings of patrons returning from the tournament following Kurt's departure, the sun since hidden below the horizon rest after its daily trek. The heat of the day had long fled the air, and was rapidly escaping from the sand and stones underfoot as the young man carried the folded stand of wood and sackcloth across his shoulders. His thoughts threatened to desert him with each step, the compact sphere of red and white in his pocket practically pulsing with a heartbeat of its own. “Watch it, welp!” came loud and screeching as his shoulder was jostled from behind. Casting an eye toward the source of the noise, Denzil saw a heavyset man adorned in elaborate robes trundle past, casting the Blacksmith's assistant a look of condescending indifference.

Electing not to respond, he instead continued on to the far end of the street where a stone building sat among the modest homes loosing smoke and cinders from the stack atop the roof. Fastening the wooden gate behind him, Denzil set the folded stand into its corner and pat the dust from his clothing with a glance to the open archway nearby, covered simply by a hanging length of hide acting as a door. Pushing it aside after setting the remaining wares onto the table, he released a sigh of relief as the familiar blaze of the forge washed over his skin and drove back the chill of the desert night. The dusty shop had become the closest akin to a home the young man had known, long since those years surviving as a guttersnipe in deserted alleyways. As he ran a calloused hand across the familiar metal hammer, he mused about just how much had changed with the taking of a single blade.

A sound of metal striking stone draws the young man's attention as the red and white sphere managed to escape his pocket, rolling several meters before coming to rest near the worn metal anvil. The world seemed to fall away as he bent to retrieve the errant 'ball, his fingers closing around it as he rose back to his feet. His thumb rubbed the surface of the device, strangely metallic with a warmth about it absent from the materials those same hands had worked with for near twenty years now. It felt...so very fragile, especially considering the living, breathing creature that rested within its confines. A crack of charred wood among the embers pulled him from this trance, glancing down to see that his thumb had been steadily inching towards the large button to the front of the sphere.

Giving the treasure a final clench of his fingers, he placed it to rest on a small worktable where it's surface caught the flickering glow of the emblazoned coals where the red and white sphere rested just to the corner of his eye in the haze of peripheral vision, the forge fire glinting across its surface as he had been working. It still felt like it wasn't real as he stared at the round object, as though he were in a mere dream to be shaken from at any moment and find that the day had been naught but wishful thinking. He felt a pride that the grizzled old man would trust him with something of this level of responsibility, but more-so a fierce curiosity as to which of this world's elemental beings rested just within arm's reach. A primordial creature to be at his side was a temptation that nearly shattered the young man's resolve, barely kept in check by his own clenched fist at his side and the thought of breaking his word to wait until Kurt's return.

His mind flooded with images and notions the more he fought to keep the urge to open the sphere from his thoughts, finally settling on a compromise of determining which creature Kurt had acquired by what Denzil knew of him. He thought first to the grey-skinned creatures who aided the miners by lifting and even shattering the large stones with their bare hands, dismissing the idea almost immediately afterward. He knew the old blacksmith placed heavy value on earning one's way and proving they can be counted upon, where a Pokemon capable of doing all of the work for him would run counter to this belief. A brief memory of shining eyes and echoing laughter gave him pause, could he truly have claimed the shadow in the tunnels beneath the Crater? He shook his head lightly with the faintest ghost of a smile, truly believing that the veiled trickster would not allow itself to be revealed so easily.

Glancing down, he stopped in his tracks when he realized that his hand had been reaching for the sphere without his notice. The button on the front was within a hair's breadth of his fingers, gleaming in the flickering light. His thumb was nearly upon it when when a recent memory caused him to sharply draw his hand back, one from his last shift in the mines of the Crater. When he had been returning from a short reprieve for food towards midday, an enormous serpent of rotating stones had been burrowing through the solid rock wall at the direction of the current foreman. Such a creature could easily demolish the forge if released within the building, and the thought laid the inner debate to rest for the time being. As he turned back to his work with a sigh, the sturdy wooden door of the forge swung open on well-worked hinges

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Kurt entered, and upon finding his apprentice working diligently, he smiled even though his hands were full. He carried some heavy objects, and when Denzil looked over, he would be able to make out two pieces of armor. The two pieces of armor were a helmet and a pair of gauntlets. The helmet was particularly shiny and had an embossed design, potentially indicating that the person who purchased it had more to spend on aesthetics. The gauntlets were simple but sturdy, and they looked like they could withstand a great deal of pressure in battle. Both the helmet and the gauntlets looked to be of great quality - Denzil would expect this from Kurt, though - and as soon as he had looked his fill, Kurt would speak again.

"These aren't stayin' around here - and neither should ye, with that new 'mon of yers. There's two deliveries ye could help with, and ah plan to give ye the choice. Sullivan here, he's goin' up to Harper's Pass. Roads are tricky even in the summer, but he's got an aggron so he doesn't have too much to worry about." A shortish man with an impressive mustache smiled at Denzil. He stood by a caravan as he absentmindedly scratched his head with his other hand.

"Then there's Celene, she's headin' to Doran. It's shorter, but ye'll be on Route 10. Dangerous route, that - full of creepy things ah don't wanna think about." The woman holding the helmet was older and had long gray hair; she didn't have any pokemon out with her, but Denzil would be able to spot three poke balls on her belt. There was nothing else physically remarkable about her, but perhaps the fact that she waved even more emphatically than Sullivan had would give Denzil a bit more to work off of.

Kurt had one last thing to say to Denzil before he headed off. "Yer welcome to come back, of course, but ye need some more experience with that 'mon of yers. I hope ye'll like 'er - but even if ye don't, ye'll work with 'er anyway," he said as a testament to Denzil's hard-working personality - or stubbornness.

Denzil now had a choice. Did he want to assist in the delivery to Harper's Pass, accompanied by someone who he knew had a strong pokemon? Or would he take the riskier path, potentially with a greater reward, and head with Celene? The choice was his alone.

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Denzil set the tools back onto their respective slots and hooks, hanging up the heavy brown apron on the far wall. His brown eyes set upon the two strangers at first with a muted politeness, turning his gaze to the familiar weathered visage of the old blacksmith. Denzil's thoughts went through a process of elimination in terms of the choice at hand, beginning with the pair of crafts presented by Kurt. The helm's superficial appeal and favoring of form over function did not sit right in his spine, as the client seemed to be more occupied with looking the part rather than using it to its potential. The gauntlets on the other were reinforced on the movable joints and scaled to allow greater maneuverability, bound with an inner cloth for a lighter weight than a stiff plate normally would.

He furrowed his brow at Kurt's words concerning the two paths available, debating which would render the job complete without undue loss. His eyes turned back to the red and white sphere, containing the creature he was now responsible for and would come to trust in the time to come. If he were only accompanying the client on this venture the matter would be simpler, not so with a creature of his own thrown into the mix. Which brought his thoughts back to the two newcomers before him, one with a strong creature and an absent demeanor while the other was relatively unknown with a more active attitude. Either one would present traveling with an active Handler, provided they made it back to the forge to dwell on the experience.

He turned to Sullivan with a polite nod, “With respect, sir,” he began, “If your companion is as strong as stated, you should have little issue traveling to Harper's Pass from the Crater. A Steel-Type would have the advantage in that terrain and against the native creatures that call it their home, with such a guardian there is little need for an escort.” He knew little of Types and tactics as of yet, but he knew what he saw. During his shifts bringing ore and stone up from the mine depths he had witnesses the utility of Steel and Rock, each proving their strength time and again against the unyielding earth below. From what little he knew of Evolution, an Aggron was a fully-realized creature and little to be trifled with without preparation.

“Ma'am”, he said to the waving Celene. “I'm slightly more familiar with the road to Doran than to the Pass, and I believe I can be more of use on this route.” He lifted the Pokeball from the nearby table and held it before him, “I will be meeting my own partner regardless, and would welcome the input on becoming a versed Handler.” He knew there was always a place for him here at the forge, but the old man was anything if not practical. He turned to the blacksmith in question with Pokeball in hand, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” he echoed Kurt's long-standing words back to him. “However, I have to ask what purpose these ventures have. I cannot set out without knowing what I am getting into, especially now that it is not just my hide out there.”

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Perhaps Denzil was right. Perhaps Sullivan would be able to make the trip to Harpers Pass on his own. It was true, Aggrons were hearty beasts, tough hides, and even more powerful attacks. Sullivan nodded at Denzil’s decision, then turned to Kurt to finalize some minor details before taking his leave. It was too late for Denzil to change his mind now.

Celene stepped forward when Denzil waved. “I can offer you some advice since I have three pokemon of my own. I can answer some questions for you on the way.” She was about to hold out her hand, to finalize the deal when she was caught off guard by Denzil’s request. Celene sighed.

“If you must know, My ladyship requested this helmet be made for her, in commemoration for her husband, who fought in the schism. We sought the help of Kurt here to make this beautiful work of art.” She held up the shining helmet, jeweled, and gilded, catching the light of the dancing flames, forming beautiful patterns in the stones.

“I was sent to personally receive the helmet, and deliver it to my Lady, so she can present it to her husband. He returns in a few days, which means I must bring it back to Doran before he arrives.” She finished her explanation, or what she wished to reveal to Denzil at that time. It still begged the question as to why she needed so much help in delivering the helmet if she had three pokemon at her disposal. Couldn’t she handle herself? Perhaps Denzil would like to press further on the topic, or, perhaps he’d just accept the explanation she offered, and they could be on their way.

When Denzil decided, they would eventually proceed on their way to route ten.

“I’d like to leave soon, but we have some time still if you would like to set things in order. If there is anything you need to purchase, or if you’d like to meet your pokemon, you can do that. I’ll go prepare for the trip, and I’ll meet you at the edge of town when you’re ready to go.” Celene waited for Denzil’s decision, and if he had things he needed to do, she would bow, then be on her way to settle her final bits of business. If he just wanted to meet his pokemon, she would stand and wait, and perhaps even introduce her own, if Denzil would like.

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(Egg Count 3) - Side Note = Denzil's Travels were actually slated before the Schism began, as he didn't have his first Schism FF until after the Grand Festival where he got the unused Gloom Honey in his inventory, and obtained Pharus through the Holiday Promo. The Litwick in question played a part in this first mission, so could his Travels incorporate these before going into Schism-specific events, please?
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Denzil's eyes followed Sullivan as he departed, relatively assured that he would arrive to the Pass well in claw. The man seemed pleasant enough, given the uncertainty of first impressions in general. His journey would be at length but with a strong companion at his side, which Denzil believed would enable a completed transport without his aid. The gauntlets spoke of quality over appearance and if there was lesson Kurt had instilled in the youth, it was that the measure of someone's character lay in what qualities draw them in. Pokeball in hand and water skin set upon the table, he turned the sphere over in his palm as he turned to the woman.

He gave a nod of polite assent, “That would be appreciated, as I wish to be a proper Handler to my companion. I must admit curiosity to which creatures stand by your side, as well.” His eyes flicked at the pause in her hand, a halted motion of confirmation. “When one chooses to live within the sands, one tends to take to heart any knowledge of a venture before the first step is put forth.” He held his tongue when the itch to press for more information arose, choosing discretion instead and making a note to keep his senses sharp for hints or signs. “Which brings us to the matter at hand,” he added with a meaningful gaze onto the sphere in his hand.

“I have supplies on hand, however I believe that all members of this traveling party should at least meet one another.” With a glance about the confined blacksmith forge, he excused himself through a locked archway at the back of the shop. He left the heavy wooden door open and gestured with his free hand, welcoming Kurt and Celene to follow if they so wished. He stepped out into the small sandy lot beyond the doorway, walking to the low wall along its border. He took a deep breath and thumbed the button on the Pokeball, time seeming to slow to a crawl as the sphere opened in his hand.

The red energy that emerged coalesced into a solid elongated shape, the brilliant crimson hue remaining on the larger portions of the creature's body. It had a long, thin abdomen supported by six legs capped with clawed feet. It bore a pair of irridescent wings adorned with a single red band upon each, a thin tail held out behind it with a pair of small grey spikes. Most of its face was covered by a vibrant green mask-like marking, clear blue eyes opening almost sleepily behind this organic visor. It gave a buzzing stretch of its wings with a yawn, turning about to openly look upon the young blacksmith.

Denzil stepped forward slowly and pulled the gloves from his hands, marveling at the creature's vermilion hue and calm demeanor. He stepped back on reflex when the dragonfly's wings fluttered to life and bore the insect into a hover, coming within several inches of his face as it inspected him in kind. It circled the human several times always with the faint buzzing of its clear wings, casting a prismatic spray of color along the ground when the sunlight passed through them at the proper angle. It eventually came about and landed back upon the cobbled wall with an almost delicate touch. Its wings still along its back as its eyes turned to the lot itself, falling upon the familiar sight of the human near the archway whom had gathered it.

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“Very well,” Celene nodded. If Denzil was going to show off his new pokemon, it was only fair that she introduced her own team as well, though to save time (and make it easier on the pokemon) she would only bring one of hers out. She followed the young man out to the sand pit. Kurt followed behind as well, stopping at the archway, just watching as a sense of pride taking over. “You like it?” He called over as the Yanma buzzed around its new handler. “Thinking of naming it?” He’d ask, then would quiet down and watch.

Celene watched the pokemon fly around its new handler.“Such lovely colors,” she mused about the Yanma. She pulled out one of her own pokeballs, calling forth her own majestic beast. A flash of red light summoned a brown kitten into the sand pit. A Litleo roared a tiny mew when it materialized, a small spark of fire leaving it’s mouth as it did so. “This is Serefina, but I also have a Pachirisu and a Corphish with me.”

When the Yanma settled on the stone wall, Celene offered her first piece of advice. “Your pokemon looks docile enough, be kind to it. Treat it right and it will never let you down.” The tip wasn’t just for a Yanma, but any kind of pokemon really. Celene recalled her Litleo, then turned for the door.

“So, now that we have been introduced, what say we get ready to go?” Her earlier offer was still on the table. If Denzil needed any more time, she would meet him at the edge of town. If not, she was ready to go, and they could be on their way immediately. “We should leave before nightfall. If this city is anything like I’ve heard, We don’t want to be out at night.”

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Kurt's query barely registered in Denzil's ears, the magnificent flying insect before him encompassing his entire world at that very moment. Did he like her, a question one may ask akin to seeking if the deserts were dry. The dragonfly's colors were indeed splendid, but it was the prismatic refraction of light through her wings that brought a name to mind. “Ruby.” he said almost without breath, the prominent red hue amid the cascade of glinting specks standing out against the tan sand. “Your name shall be Ruby, my little one.”

'Ruby' tilted her head slightly at being addressed, her green visor markings catching the light to reflect onto the stone wall. She watched closely as the young human stepped closer, slowly extending one calloused hand towards her. She stilled with wings outstretched when his fingers brushed against her head, gently stroking the small red spikes just above her eyes. These same eyes continued to watch him closely despite the nonthreatening gesture, though her wings slowly lowered to rest comfortably against her back. A smile creased Denzil's weathered face despite himself, turning at the sound of a hinge opening and the tell-tale chime of a sphere opening.

The red glow solidified into a small feline shape, colored in a pelt of dark brown fur. Paler brown adorned its paws, ears, the tip of its tail and face, which rounded into a short muzzle. Its small reddish nose took in the warm air, with a pair of round ears topping its furred head. Black irises looked back from circular eyes, a reddish orange tuft of fur flitting with the breeze from between its ears. Three toes stuck from each paw, with a teardrop shape tuft at the end of its flicking tail. Denzil's eyes flicked at the spark of flame from the minuscule cat's mouth, 'Ruby' flinching slightly at the brief splash of light and heat.

He gave a polite nod to Serafina at Celene's introduction, quirking a brow at the mention of the two other Pokemon breeds. “I am not yet familiar with breeds such as Pachirisu or Corphish,” He stated to the female Handler. He gave the resting insect a final pat before pulling his hand back, “I do not doubt a spark lives within this gentle dragonfly, rest assured I have no desire to treat her ill.” He gave a mental farewell when the small fire kitten was withdrawn to its containment sphere, stepping inside to retrieve his pack. He emerged a moment later with the battered tan back strapped to his back, a patched water skin and coiled length of rope evident on his belt. He secured his companion's Pokeball into his pocket and took up the bladed wood stave in one hand, nodding at Celene's statement as he approached. Though those days resided in the shadows of his earliest years, he knew indeed the dangers that awoke when the Sun drifted to sleep.

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“Ruby is a lovely name. Suits it.” Celene noted. She admired how much the young handler was already attached to his pokemon. It was clear though, just how new he was, he hadn’t even taken a look at the one item every handler, no matter who they were, received. “Perhaps you’ll meet my other pokemon later. But your pokecard should have information on all the different kinds of pokemon, you’ll be able to look them up on the way. That card will be an invaluable tool during all your journeys, not just this job. Keep it with you at all times.” She pulled her own out from beneath her shirt as though to make her point.

“Kurt should have given you one with your pokeball as well.” She looked over at the smith, who jerked up. “I almost forgot about that.” He said, rushing in before Denzil.

Both men inside, Kurt grabbed the small card on a leather string. “I had this made for you earlier today, Denzil. One last gift, just like what Celene has.” He pulled out his own from beneath his shirt as well. “Just like what I have.” He handed the card over, then returned to his forge. He didn’t plan on saying anything else, not wanting to be the sentimental type.

With Denzil back outside, Celene tucked away the helmet in a leather bag, swinging the straps around onto her back. She nodded a ‘ready to go’ nod then motioned for Denzil to lead the way from the forge, and walked by his side out the city. “Have you wanted to be a handler for long?” She asked, attempting to make conversation. “Why’d you join up at the forge?”

Perhaps she was just being friendly, perhaps she just needed the noise to help keep her entertained along the journey. Hopefully, Denzil wouldn’t get too annoyed with her chatter.
“Any plans for what you’ll do after we’re done this job?” She’d ask a final question for a little bit as they walked.

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It was the large insect's seeming approval that decided it for Denzil, affirming the impromptu name spawned within the moment. Celene's voice carried into the forge as the new Handler collected the supplies for overland travel, capping his water skin after filling it from the wooden bucket. The mention of a 'Pokecard' gave him pause, as did the sounds of movement from Kurt in the other room. Could there be a device with such information, a veritable font concerning the primordial creatures of their world? He turned after slinging the weathered pack onto his shoulders, facing towards Kurt as he stepped forward with a thin object in hand.

“I don't know what to say.” He said almost without breath, accepting the hanging card with an open palm. He ran his thumb over its smooth surface, marveling at the almost nonexistent weight of the device. He felt a niggling urge to peruse the encyclopedia immediately, beginning with a search on the beings known as 'Corphish' and 'Pachirisu' mentioned not a few minutes before. He turned to glance out the back gate at the watchful dragonfly, wandering what such a wonder might reveal about his companion. He carefully secured the gift into the pocket of his pants, pulling the leather string taught and tying it to his belt.

Denzil's brow furrowed as Kurt's actions registered in his mind, eyes locking onto the card about his neck before it was tucked away once more. Never once in his twenty years at the forge had he even heard a whisper of Kurt having a companion beyond the surly Emboar, nor so much as a print of sound of another creature living within these stone walls. The line of query halted as Kurt returned to the blistering heart of the blacksmith craft, his stout back to the young man with hammer in hand. Denzil returned to his modest quarters with questions abuzz, making a mental to question his mentor upon his return. He pushed the cloth screen aside and made his way across the cracked stone floor, brushing loose sand away while he knelt at the head of a simple cot pushed against one wall.

He lifted the light metal frame up and pulled a loose stone slab free from the floor, lifting a cloth bag from the small space beneath. He carefully reset the stone to cover the remaining bags and set the cot down, putting his pack onto the floor and untying the drawstring. Several liquid dispenser and tiny red and white spheres rested in the small bag, each being secured into the travel pack one by one. Twelve glinting coins jangled lightly in his pocket, the majority of his earnings hidden in the tiny enclave. He took up a wooden stave bearing a sharp metal blade from a mounted hook, strapping the pack back onto his shoulders and exiting the room. With a final no towards Kurt's back, he put his free hand over his eyes and entered the bright sunlight on the back lot.

He stepped forward at Celene's nod and waved Ruby along with his free hand, noting with warmth that the crimson dragonfly took flight willingly at the gesture and circled almost lazily about the two humans. Accustomed to venturing alone, Denzil found the additional presence of traveling companions pleasant if a bit unnerving. He took comfort in the familiar crunch of sand beneath his boots, the shadows cast by the simple stone and wood buildings falling further behind with every step. His eyes furrowed toward the horizon at Celene's questions, their walking and buzzing flight taking the trio beyond the simple stone wall perimeter. In truth he had admired the creatures living alongside humans since his earliest memories, though the thought of having one at his side had seemed little more than a dream until today.

“I have thought about taking up the mantle quite often, “ he replied with a light jostle of his pack. “There have been...preparations, but little in the way of execution until this eve. I suppose I could impose the same question to you, as well.” He added with a glance back towards the growing plume of smoke emitting from the chimney stack of the blacksmith shop, a faint twisting column of grey against the vibrant blue of the cloudless sky. Ruby's buzzing from above had become almost reassuring the longer Denzil was exposed to it, his feet sinking slightly while cresting the next dune that had been swept onto the pathway by the desert winds. His thoughts drew back to the present at the sight of her, wondering where the little one's roots lie.

He gave a light sigh at her next query, checking to ensure his water skin was still fastened tight. “That is a bit more complicated, I'm afraid.” he stated as the loose sand gave way to the packed earth of the pathway. “I will tell of what I can recall, if you so wish.” At the sound of sloshing water the dragonfly drew close, coming to a hover and tilting her green-visored head slightly to the side. He paused long enough to twist the plug free, allowing a drop of water onto his own tongue for demonstration before holding the skin outward in his hands. He held it just above Ruby's mouth and angled it until it dripped water into her waiting mandibles, sealing the container once more once her thirst was sated.

“Most likely,” he continued at her final question as he gave the horns on Ruby's head a gentle stroke with his hand. ”Ruby and I shall return to the forge. Navdia has been my home for some time, and I see no reason as of yet not to continue drawing roots there.” The dragonfly resumed her light circuit about the two, alternating from winging overhead to hovering just above the sand whenever she darted forward to investigate something that caught her eye. “Once more I must return your question to you, Miss Celene. What awaits you once the helm has been delivered?”

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As Celene listened to Denzil’s first answer, she thought of her own reasons for journeying. “My mother was a maiden to my lady’s own mother. When I was born, it was a few years before my lady was born. I grew up with her, and being her elder, even if only by a few years, it was my duty to protect and serve her. I had to verse myself in as many things as I could in order to do my job. I’ve learned to fight, learned to catch and raised my own team of pokemon. Though one of my pokemon was a gift by my lady’s mother, the rest I caught myself. I have a few other menial skills, things I’ve picked up here and there. I can make a killer cup of Oran Berry tea.” The last part had a little bit of boasting to it.

“We have plenty of time between here and Doran, share what you feel like telling.” Celene loved hearing stories. She felt it passed the time better, and would certainly enjoy hearing whatever Denzil had to share. Walking for a fair bit, they’d come to a dirt path, a slight separation between the rough, hot deserts of Navdia, to the less hot plains that lead to the cooler, more forested areas of the region.

She’d nod at Denzil’s reply to her third question as they walked. “Well, that all depends. I do what I am told. If my lady needs me to do something or go somewhere, then that’s what I do. She tries not to load me up too much with tasks. She prefers I finish what she gives me before piling on more.” Celene stopped talking a moment, before letting out a light chuckle.

“I’m making it out as though my Mistress is a tough and cruel woman. She really isn’t like that at all. We’re friends, sisters even. The only separation between us is she is born from nobility, and I am but a mere servant to her. She puts on a show in order to keep the image of who is in control, but when it’s just the two of us…” Celene trailed off, reminiscing on her favourite memories from her youth.

However, her reminiscing wouldn’t last for long as the pair would be stopped, three men blocking their path. Two wore dark hoods over their heads, the first, the one in front of the others, had hid head bare, his hood hanging off his shoulders behind him. His red hair was short and rough. A tuft of a similar color hair poked off his chin while a scar tore through the right side of his mouth, leaving a pale line running through both lips.

He, as well as his cohorts, wore dark leather vests, pockets sewn on to the front breasts, two more lining the bottom of the vests. Their pants were also leather, the most notable part of them were bands that held knives along their right thighs. The man in the lead also had a short sword sheathed on his left hip.

“Well, well, well," the man in front spoke up, his accent showing that he wasn’t from Navdia, or somewhere even remotely nearby. “What have we here, the servant girl and a pup with his bug. What’re you doing out here all on your lonesome, pup?” There was a sense of recognition on Celene’s face, though she didn’t know exactly who the men were, rather, she knew their band. The two men behind him sneered sinister stares at the pair, one licking his lips as he looked Celene over. “Give us everything you got, ‘cluding the pokemon, and no one gets hurt,” the man in front demanded, holding his hand out in emphasis.

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“Sometimes the menial skills, are the ones that to lead a greater strength.” Denzil reflected aloud, thinking back on the countless hours spent in the shop on those first few years. “Truth be told,” he continued, stepping from the loose sand to packed earth as the trio made their way steadily South. “Before I entrusted with a hammer, it was a broom or a bucket. At the time, it felt to be filler work, meant to occupy rather than to teach.” His dark eyes peered out to the road ahead, the desert heat creating a wavering haze in the distance. “Each task eventually clicked as a skill that would be needed later, when more difficult tasks were brought forth. Something as mundane as keeping a work space clean or keeping water on hand, or doing repairs were common sense skills that were worked until they became second nature.” He paused to give a light nod toward Celene, halting his spoken thoughts for the moment. “If I am speaking too much for comfort, I ask that you let me know.” He asked, “Most of my days are spent in relative silence.” After a moderate silence, he added with an appreciative tone, “Berry tea can be quite good, I believe it would be a pleasant skill to have.”

Her offer of speaking on the past created a mental dilemma for him however, as few expressed an interest in this topic and he was unsure just how much information to share. He opted for the skimmed version and cleared his throat, “Kurt took me in when I was just a boy, gave me a home and taught me a craft.” Ruby's flickering wings buzzed overhead as she completed another circuit, lightly scattering loose soil across the earthen pathway. “He and how you describe your Mistress seem to be similar, where privacy allows for the mask to drop a bit. That is not to say either are to be trifled with, however.” He sobered slightly when he felt the outline of the Pokecard in his pocket, noting that some things were apparently still beyond his knowing at home.

The dragonfly's wings buzzed loudly in his ear as she swept close, pulling him from his thoughts and drawing his eyes back to the road. Those same brown eyes narrowed slightly at the sight before them, a trio of dark leather-clad figures stood barring the way to their destination. The male figure at the center sported a roughly hacked crop of red hair with matching chin brush that reminded Denzil of a bush with half of its leaves blown off, the two flanking figures wearing their hoods up to obscure their faces. A thin line of pale skin etched across the man's mouth, standing out against his skin further when it moved. Most out of place was the attire of the three, most non-native travelers opting for lighter cloth in the dry air and blistering heat of the desert sun.

Each was garbed in vests of a dark leather material, bearing sewn pockets onto the front and across the bottom lining. This gave Denzil caution as Kurt's words echoed in the back of his mind, warning him of the dangers of being caught by surprise. While the rest of their almost uniformed appearance was leather-bound with a small blade on each of their right thighs, it was the middle form with the exposed head that bore a second visible weapon in the form of a short sword opposite the knife. Past experience rattled off the scenario in his head as the hand nearest his stave shifted slightly, taking note of the distance between the three and his own group when the red-haired figure extended his palm. While the knives offered little in the way of threat so long as they were kept at a distance, those were only the weapons that were in the open. The short sword on the middle man's hip threw a slight hitch into this tactic however, along with the potential as of yet unseen resources available to the three strangers.

He thought back to Sullivan and his Aggron, flicking his eyes minutely over the three's exposed vest pockets and over to Celene. She boasted three creatures at her side with at least the fire kitten being confirmed, which brought their total number to six against three visible humans and an unknown number of creatures. While Denzil was competent in the way of the bladed stave, he had no indication as to the capabilities of Celene or even Ruby for that matter should it come to blows. There were too many unknowns to blindly swing away and pray everyone walked away, the chain mail beneath his shirt's backing solid against his back when he came to a halt. The middle man's manner of speech and ill-suited garb spoke that these three were either employing some elaborate ruse as part of their highwaymanship, or they did not hail from the sands.

The mention of 'the servant girl' made him direct his voice toward Celene, though his eyes did not leave the three before their group. “Are you familiar with these three?” The mild insult was brushed aside, Arceus knows Denzil had been called worse things in his short life than 'pup'. Rather he took more afront to the gaze the hooded figures gave Celene, the show of disrespect in the predatory gesture darkening his gaze. He spoke aloud to the figure to the left of the man with his hand outstretched, “What brings you three to the sands, far from the cooler climes? It is dangerous to travel so far into the desert without shade, or at least cold water.” he added to emphasize the trio's choice in heavy traveling attire.

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Celene stared at the three men in front of them. A look of slight recognition took to her face for a split second, there and gone. She shook her head. “Not right now. Let’s just deal with these goons first.”

“Oh ho ho… Not so fast… Celene. You know exactly who we are, and why we are here. Hand over the helmet. And the pokemon. All of them.”

One of the other two men spoke up. “Do you know how much Yanma Wing Powder goes on the black market? We’ll be filthy rich!” The other man grinned a crooked toothed grin in agreement.

Celene clenched her jaw. The lead man grinned, then spoke to Denzil. “You look confused, pup. Did Celene not tell you everything before you joined her? You see here, your new friend is actually part of our band. She’s been sent to take that helmet so that it never reaches it’s destination and puts an end to a feud. Our boss is making money off this feud after all, and it wouldn’t be very good for business if that stopped.”

Celene glared at the man. “That… that’s not how it is.”

“Isn’t it, Celene? Boss said you were having doubts. Did you really become friends with that girl? You actually care about her?” The man laughed. Then men behind him too. “Ice cold Celene finally grew a heart and learned to care for someone other than herself? Touching. Boss always prefered you, guess that’s all gonna change when he finds out.”

The two men behind him drew pokeballs. The man in front as well. He tossed his into the air, calling forth a pokemon named “Gamble.” A seedot landed in front of him. The other two called out their as well, a Flying type, Starly, and a Fighting type, Mankey.

Celene called out her own pokemon, bringing out her Pachirisu and Litleo. Celene turned to Denzil. “What they’ve said is mostly true. I was part band. I was supposed to make sure the Feud never ended. But I became friends with my mistress. She’s kind, she loves the man she’s married. I want her to be happy. So I left, and I’m going to deliver this helmet. Please, believe me.”

She’d plead Denzil, before turning back to the fight. “Patch, use Spark on the Starly! Leo, burn that Mankey!” She left the Seedot for Denzil and Ruby.

The Pachirisu moved first, electricity zapping from it’s cheeks at the flying type, hitting it, and leaving it paralyzed on the ground. The Litleo followed suit, blasting a trail of fire from it’s mouth, burning the Mankey. Two of the opponents pokemon were hurt, badly. “You fools are useless!” The leader shouted at his teammates, the two goons had looks of fear and panic on their faces.

“Chimp, Use Low sweep!”
“Stars, Aerial Ace!”

Gambl, Use bullet seed against that Yanma!" Now was the time for Denzil to get involved. He had to react quickly, the opponents pokemon was preparing it's attack, seeding firing from it's stem towards Ruby/

The battle has started, with Denzil has been caught in the middle of something bigger than he could probably have imagined. Would he trust Celene’s words? Would he keep going with her after this, if they survived? Was he ready to fight for the first time? Things were heating up in the desert.


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Denzil's detached confusion at the abrupt meeting gave way to low-burning sense of wrath, a fire in his belly sparking at the thought his companion being stripped of flight for the brief weight of coin. He knew of the more infamous merchants who peddled wares of questionable intent, often ripped from the forms of creatures before their bodies had even lost their warmth. The thought of his little one being torn from flight set his brown eyes to a darker shade, one hand clenching into a fist until several knuckles made an audible pop. His expression gave no further clues towards his thoughts as he stood under the hot sun, listening closely to the exchange between Celene and the three men. Whether he was escorting one with a change of heart, or if this was some elaborate ruse remained to be seen for the time being.

A brief flash of red light flare before each of the strangers, each coalescing into solid forms after a few moments. 'Gamble' was a small, brown creature reminiscent of a large bipedal acorn that barely came to the height of his knee. Beige patterns formed a simple mask across it face and its large, black eyes while an acorn 'cap' rested atop its head with a small stem resting at the peak. Denzil had never seen such a beast, it's almost whimsical expression threatening to give him pause. He pulled himself from these thoughts when the man's words echoed back to him, this creature served one who would rip the wings from his partner.

A downy coat of greyish-brown formed near the inconspicuous seedling, tiny flapping wings scattering the fine dust layering atop the sand of the path. This flying creature also bore a mask of sorts upon its face, a white mass of plumage to match the spot on its chest. The rest of its feathers were a deep black hue, with a long orange beak pointed savagely toward the two human travelers. Its small size set Denzil on edge, bringing memories to the surface of just how jarring such assumptions could be. He idly scratched at a small half-moon scar on his arm, a permanent reminder of how capable small metal ants were when agitated.

It's companion's flash revealed another bipedal creature, this 'Mankey' covered in shaggy whitish fur across its round body. It's snout-like nose twitched in the dry air as its red eyes gleamed out at them in an angry scowl. Small triangular ears bounced slightly from the movements of its two-toed feet and swishing brown tail. It was not so much the small stature of this creature that warned Denzil to be cautious, but rather the assured confidence of its motions. His hand slid a bit closer to the stave on his back, knowing from experience that such vigor comes from practiced ease in combat.

The final red flare was almost blinding for a moment, the 'Pachirisu' forming beside the familiar fiery feline Leo. The small chittering creature was adorned in white fur, a light blue stripe of fur cresting from its forehead to the tip of its large curling tail. A single large tooth gleamed in the bright sunlight from its mouth, set below deep grey eyes and a yellowed circle upon each cheek. Denzil was drawn from the multitude of arriving creatures at Celene's words, did he believe her after what he ha just witnessed? Could he believe her, when her supposedly former band was bearing down on them at that very moment?

Who was he to judge the origins of another, when his own were largely unknown to him? With Celene's creatures leaping into the fray and exchanging blows with those of the bandits, Denzil chose to take a leap of faith and prayed he would not be found with a blade in his back. Within an eye's blink the flying bird was twitching on the ground amid the occasional spark, while the stench of singed fur filled the air when the ape-like creature was engulfed in the kitten flame. As they rose to retaliate Denzel cast his gaze upward in time to see his partner buffeted by a barrage of glowing green spheres from the Seedot, raising his voice and calling out the only Bug-Type technique he knew of. “Drop! Cast a line with Signal Beam!” Ruby's wings stalled in an upward position that allowed her crimson form to quickly drop altitude, leveling off as he green-visored eyes began to glow.

A beam of Prismatic energy release from the hovering dragonfly to carve a line in the sun-baked soil, wavering slightly with her movements. As the sand sprayed into the air between the two groups, the beam lost sight towards the offending Bullet Seed spitter before winking out of existence altogether. Denzil's gaze darted across the field and chose to take note from their opponents, and gave a shout for Ruby to follow up with an Aerial Ace of her own. Ruby's wings dimly flashed before her lithe form blurred forward, rolling once before homing in on the scorched monkey. Denzil bent slightly at the knees and held his hand at the ready, trained upon the three should they choose to intervene.

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Whether or not Denzil could trust Celene, the battle was afoot, and he and his partner must act.

The woman's Pokemon had struck first, and now their opponents were retaliating. Seeds flew through the air towards Ruby, the dragonfly Pokemon, but her trainer's sharp and apt commands lead her to dodge most of the projectiles, although one of the hard missiles found purchase in her light body--- not that that was much, for a Yanma's nature lead itself to be durable against Grass-type attacks. It was not a very intelligent choice of move.

Then, at the handler's direction, the Bug-type countered with a ranged attack of her own--- a Signal Beam. A coruscating path stretched from the front of the buzzing creature, shooting through the air towards the acorn-like Pokemon, and it would have finished off the one named Gamble if it had gone unstopped--- but the Seedot blocked the stream of light with the ghastly sphere of a Shadow Ball, deflecting the worst of the damage.

As for the other participants in this battle--- Litleo had burned the Mankey, but in turn the Fighting-type rendered the lion cub prone with a masterful kick. On the other end, the Pachirisu had paralyzed the Starly, and it had counterattacked feebly. Perhaps, because the Litleo looked like it was having a problem, Denzil ordered his Yanma to intervene, the Flying-type slashing through the air with an Aerial Ace straight towards the monkey Pokemon. The Mankey did not see it coming, and he took a direct hit. It wobbled, crashed down into the ground, and fainted.

One down.

"Fools! Useless fools! Don't just use your Pokemon! Use your hands, you dimwits!"

Even as one of the bandits recalled his fallen Mankey, they fearfully nodded at their leader and charged Celene. Patch did her best to paralyze the men with Thunder Waves, but only managed to set one off before the persistent, if slowed-down, Starly attacked her again with a Quick Attack, this time, interrupting her second attempt even as one of the bandits froze up with electricity. However, at that point, the Litleo was back up, Tackling the man who was still free.

Celene looked troubled, but Denzil will have other things to worry about... the leader, likewise, charged towards Denzil, bringing out his sword, and inconveniently, a headache, perhaps from the heat, was forming in the handler's skull. At the same time, the Seedot created another Shadow Ball, to hurl towards Ruby, this time...

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- dodged most of the Bullet Seed, 92% health.
- shot a Signal Beam, although it was blocked by a Shadow Ball.
- struck the Mankey with an Aerial Ace, knocking it out.

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- 66% health.
- Tackled one of the bandits going for Celene.

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- 89% health
- Thunder Waved one of the bandits, paralyzing him.
- was going to paralyze the other bandit but got Quick Attacked by the Starly.
- 75% health left.

VS

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- 100% health.
- blocked off Signal Beam with Shadow Ball.
- shooting another Shadow Ball at Ruby the Yanma.

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- fainted by Ruby's Aerial Ace.

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- paralyzed, 14% health.
- Quick Attacked Patch the Pachirisu to interrupt a Thunder Wave.

Ruby the Yanma gets 5 EXP for beating the Mankey, leveling up to level 13.
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