Pokemon: Legends of a Sleeping Sun » Places

         I believe I have found out my problem, and its standing right in front of me.

Zachary Mellko

Once again, Zachary was completely confused by the turn of events that had followed. Sure, crazy things always happened on the midget islands of Lobelia, but this: this was just insane. He went from finally leaving all of those peoples behind, hoping to catch up on some old places and ruins, and now there was a small, annoying blonde behind him. What the hell? Zachary put his hand to his temple, and did a quick recap.

As soon as Zach walked away, the two blue haired people introducing themselves in weird, hard to pronounce names: Zach wasn't even going to bother, so he simply thought of them as Av and Fyr. Then the little blonde girl started getting mopey. From what he could hear, it sounded like an Arcanine had gotten loose that belonged to her, and was being all heroic and such. Whatever was going on, Zach then heard the girl make a sound like she was about to pass out, and only then did he glance back to see her falling towards the ground. In a wicked flash of light, an Umbreon and Espeon jumped out of their pokeballs to rescue the falling girl. Zack remembered giving a small smirk before turning around to continue walking, thinking about how amazing Pokemon were to be able to react. No mere human could have done such a feat, and everybody knew it.

With that, the two blue haired people continued their incoherent chattering in that foreign language of theirs, but it was slowly getting quieter the more we walked away. He remembered turning his head to his Absol, thinking about that Umbreon and Espeon. He then made a statement about how it would be interesting if little Eve became one of those two, but he dismissed the thought. For now, he just wanted to find some piece and quiet. After all the scramble around the girl, Zack heard a faint, annoying voice in the background mentioning that he was happy she wasn't dead, something about a Charzard, and then Zack heard the echo of footsteps. A pit formed in his stomach, and led to where he was now.

Hello, best buddy of mine! I told you I wouldn't leave you waiting for long! Did I hear your name was Zach? I barely caught it from back there. You got mine, right? Just in case: it's Miles. I'm soooo done with those losers, so we can go wherever you want now! We're gonna have the best fun together." All Zack really caught out of that was a bunch of sped up garbage being spewed from this kid's mouth. Zack resisted the urge to punch him as he stopped walking and turned around to face him. Zach stood roughly half a foot taller than the short stack, but that didn't make him feel any better. His sunglasses were right overtop of his eyes, hiding the harsh stare that he was giving the Miles guy. Absol, however, had nothing to hide her annoyed stare.

"Kid. Piss off. I don't like you, and don't need you." Zack said in his normal rude tone. He wasn't in the best of moods at the moment, but he knew that sounding like his normal self wouldn't go over well with all of those people around. "All you are is deadweight and hot air, so do us all a favour and go the eff away." Zack turned swiftly around, Absol giving Miles a hard, narrow stare before following suit. However, as soon as he turned around, a Togekiss was in front of him, and he couldn't help but curse. "Oh for..." It wasn't just that the thing had annoyingly startled him, but it meant that somebody had taken the time to track him down and give him some form of message. Zachary tilted his sunglasses down and motioned for the Togekiss to do whatever it was going to do, to which it kept doing what Pokemon always do and was trying to lead them back to where they came. He hung his head in annoyance, and muttered a 'For the love of Arceus.' as he turned around.

"Alright loser, we're turning around." That was all Zack said to Miles as he turned back around, hands shoved into his pockets. His gun, at least, was in his back pocket; if he needed some form of leverage, he would get it easily.

As Zachary and Absol walked back, not caring if that Miles dude had followed, Zach began to study the Togekiss. He actually quite enjoyed the little pokemon, but liked it better as a Togepi. It wasn't because it was more badass then, it was just more useful as an 'adorable' bargaining chip. Now, Zachary rarely used Pokemon in such a heinous way, but he didn't have much use for a Togepi: to him, all he could do with it was give it to some trainer that wanted one, to which he was more than happy to do.

Finally reaching back and Zach's sunglasses pushed back to his face, he pushed his toque up a little and stood a piece away from Pinky and the rest. He figured that the Togekiss belonged to one of them. He left it like that for a bit, then bit out some words. "Well, I'm here." His tone was more annoyed than rude, as if someone had awoken him from a fine slumber. It sure as hell felt like it though, since Pinky (or whoever the Togekiss belonged to) was intruding on his own peace and quiet. He waited for a few more seconds, and then added. "If this is about my name, I already told you."

         

[Evande Sterling]

Her eyes happened upon the turning figures of the punk-like trainer and his Absol as they seemed to be on their ways, leaving while it was the guy left behind an uttering of what she could assume was his name, “Zach.” Of course, she could barely hear him say that, he definitely was the type who couldn’t have cared less about this little gathering here. Wonder why he was lurking about then. she thought, shaking her head to herself. Shortie had demanded their names, she’d given hers and so had that Zach, apparently, those who’d yet to give their names too were the blue-haired siblings, one of whom whose name she already knew, and the timid, slowly approaching blonde girl with the Arcanine.

Though, it really wasn’t as if their names mattered to her . . . these people were just nuisances, things she didn’t want drawn around her, to be around, the last thing she really needed was to be within a group. People brought with them the potential for her to up and have her one secret revealed, and the last thing she needed now was to be found out as a female. Before that could happen, before she could go back to being Evande Sterling, she had to find Ulric and La. Nothing else was as important as that. Until that time, people were something she didn’t need in her life. Maybe after she found her brother . . . maybe after that she’d try to let people into her life, but for now it was a no, she didn’t want it, couldn’t have it.

With that in mind, a breath slipped from between Evande’s lips as she held Micah close to her as ever, a maintained expression was kept over her features. “. . . .shuru sauws hu's Zach, enluss 'Zach' muauns simushonj aunk os's simu ssephok cikunaumu. Hu cielk hauzu aus luauss sauok 'Mw naumu os'. Juus.” Picking up again on that rather odd language spoken by Fyr’s sister, Evande found her head turned back toward him and her, she managed to make out the name of ‘Zach’ two times in that mess of speech. Even if she didn’t understand a lick of it otherwise, the pink-haired woman knew enough about people to at least make out a tone of annoyance within the sister’s voice there.

Maybe unhappy about how abrupt he was? It was true, he’d been rather cut and dry there with his introduction, already having been turned around before speaking his name barely loud enough to be heard over the background noise of Bellflower City. Though the part of the city they were within was indeed desolate, other parts were not—chatter could be heard from people, cars, and lots of other sounds resonated throughout the whole metropolis.

Evande kept her crystal-eyes on Fyren and his sister while it was the Ralts holding boy was quiet. ”Wull, ji inu shun. Insrikecu wiersulf.”

As soon as it was those words were said, Fyren seemed to look around in a rather anxious manner, face tinged a shade of pink similar to her own hair. “I-H-M-My name i-is Fyren. You can call me. . . . Fyr.” he stuttered out, before looking back to his sister. “Waus shaus aulrojhs? I kin's rniw, waus os irauw? Dok I sauw os rojhs? Shielk I ji laucr aunk sull shum si caull mu Fyren aunk nis Fyr, ir ausr shum of shuw'zu suun Juren?”

While it was that the girl shouted something back at her brother, Evande just kept staring, quiet with that same expression on her face, Micah was staring on at the scene in curiosity as well. While it was that the sister frowned, she spoke, “I'm Diavane. You can call me Avane. As you can probably tell, unless you're ridiculously stupid and think that blue hair is a natural occurrence, this annoying little brat is my brother.” At least Evande had a name to go with the face now instead of just associating her as Fyr’s sister. . . . But she’d been right at least, definitely siblings with how they regarded one another, no doubt about that at all.

It was at this point that the blonde girl finally managed to wander up to the group, standing near them seeming as uncertain as before, she began with an apology, seemingly looking around to all of their faces, before she stopped mid-word upon looking at Shortie. One of Evande’s eyebrows rose at her reaction to him and to the fact that she looked surprisingly similar to the kid. Geez, they could be related. The girl’s Arcanine suddenly lurched down, a fierce growl working from the Fire-type’s throat while it looked at Miles as well. Hugging her Pokémon’s neck, she seemed to be trying to keep him in place, “I’m sorry, he doesn’t usually do- Ow, Mo’Ai, stop! Come on! “I don’t know what’s gotten into him… I’m really so-” When it was she looked right at Miles, the girl stopped speaking altogether as it was her Arcanine continued to stare at Miles, not looking so nice.

Even though she wasn’t so fond of Shortie, Evande kept herself on guard in case the Arcanine decided to spring on him or something, if anything, it hadn’t been provoked. . . . The idea of a Pokémon attacking a human for no reason didn’t sit well with her. Okay, so something weird is obviously up. So, she went from an all around pleasant morning to suddenly being surrounded by people, after it was she managed to run into the one other living soul on the sidewalk too. There had been no one else around, and yet somehow. . . .

When it was that the girl suddenly just dropped over like a bag of bricks, seemingly having fainted, Evande took an instinctive step forward, a yelp slipping from between her closed teeth at the suddenness of it. Even if she didn’t want to be around people, it wasn’t like she was going to wish that they’d up and drop dead where they stood! Or fainted for that matter! Micah cried out in surprise himself at seeing the girl tip to the side, though he was unable to do anything as he was still clinging onto his trainer’s shirt, held in her arms. When it was that the blonde girl had her fall broken by Fyr’s Umbreon and Espeon, a collective sigh of relief left both Evande and her Cubone, thankful that she hadn’t fallen smack to the pavement. Last thing she needed to get was a concussion, but why did she faint when she saw Shortie’s face . . . ?

Avane set the girl’s head in her lap, while it was she and Fyr chattered among themselves in that Arceus forsaken language of theirs. . . . When it was that she did indeed awaken though, she was in tears at the drop of a hat. Her Arcanine was still giving the lot of them the stare down, looking ready to jump at any second. A sigh slipped from Evande though while it was Fyr seemed to be doing his best to console her, wiping her tears away, Avane asking her what was wrong.

An expression broke over Evande’s face though at seeing the girl’s tears though, she didn’t care for people, or she tried not to, she did her best to avoid others so that she might not get involved with their problems, she had enough of her own to worry about, but anytime someone showed up in front of her with a clear display of discontentment or anything of the sort, she always caved. Gaaaah, for the love of Arceus, damn it. . . . Evande mentally cursed, letting out an exasperated sigh. The girl’s crying pulled at her heart, she was a young girl, probably only fourteen or so, and something was very apparently wrong if she suddenly just passed out before it was she broke into a fit like this when she woke up.

I’m going to hate myself for getting caught up with this later, I know I am, but she’s crying and I cannot just leave her like this. Evande had the urge to plant the palm of her hand into her face for going ahead and making the choose to stay—she wasn’t so very desperate to find Ulric that she would ignore a kid in tears.

A step was taken forward by Evande, Micah in her arms looking down at the girl with his head turned in an awkward angle from how he was being held. Evande knew that her breast bindings were loose, but she had a little leeway for now to move with, she’d be all right so long as she didn’t snap around. A look of concern on her face, the pink-haired girl was about ready to kneel down when it was she heard, “Yeah, okay. She seems...good. Fine. She's alive. So I'm just gonna...go.” With that, she turned her head back to look at Shortie—hearing the tone in his voice, the awkwardness of it. . . . He threw his thumb up and over his shoulder, pointing to the direction that Zach had gone off in. A lackadaisical smile was thrown her way from him, "We'll talk later about that Charizard, okay? Okay."

“Uhhh. . . .” was about all she could manage out before it was that Miles turned and left. Staring off in the direction he’d gone still, blinking while not wholly knowing what to make of how he’d acted as opposed to before, a musing noise slipped from her throat. Even the most immature people have soft-sides. she rationalized it, shaking her head. And of course he’d go and tack on a comment about Fafnir before going, probably to try to save face or something like that. Taking in a deep breath though, Evande turned her head back toward the sniffling girl and knelt down above her, sitting uncomfortably close to both her, Avane and Fyr with his Pokémon. The girl’s Arcanine was still a menacing presence. . . .

Setting Micah down for the moment, Evande sat there, quiet, not completely sure what it was she needed to do here. Soothing another’s tears was not something she was always good at, but she could certainly try, she’d been through enough tears in her lifetime to know how miserable you had to feel in order to succumb to them. She just sat there awkwardly, looking at the tear-ridden girl while it was she really had no inkling of what to do in order to make her feel better, all Evande knew was that she’d looked at Miles before managing to faint. And Shortie had . . . left.

“I-It’s okay now, you don’t have to cry. . . .” she said softly, before it was there was a noise, followed by a blue tinted light shooting out of the side of her backpack. Eyes wide from the abruptness of it, she turned her head up and looked to her side as it was the light wore away and left in its stead a serpentine, graceful figure. Tail waving in the air, form as lithe and lovely as always, there was Maris. Geez, everyone sure loves popping out of their Poké Balls on me don’t they? she asked herself as it was Maris looked at her trainer, and to the still crying girl.

“Miiiiiiilo?” she seemingly questioned, gesturing to the girl with her fan-like tail. Evande didn’t have to know Pokéspeak to understand what Maris was asking.

“Ah, y-yeah, she’s upset over something; I don’t quite know what though. . . .”

The Milotic gave a nod in response to her trainer before it was she bent her head down, gazing at the blonde in a gentle manner. “Lotic.” Maris spoke softly, and Evande knew what she was up to, she was doing what Milotic did best, and that was using their strange empathy to soothe one of their strife. Maris had her eyes shut, and seemed to be focusing upon the girl, her body taking on a rather unearthly glow. Anytime there was a person in tears, Maris never hesitated to come out to pacify them, ever since she’d evolved from a Feebas.

A bit of a smile formed over the bespectacled woman’s lips at this notion, the girl would feel better in no time if she accepted Maris’ aid. But, why it was she’d so suddenly fainted as she had, that was something that Evande didn’t know, and it was something she wanted to know. It’d happened as soon as she had set eyes upon Miles, and if he was gone, so was the reason behind the girl’s sudden incident. He’d left rather awkwardly. Shortie definitely rubs me the wrong way, but he’s the catalyst for this girl’s little outburst.

Shutting her eyes, Evande decided on what to do now—pulling her bag toward her front, Evande dug around inside the thing for a specific ball, and upon finding it, she yanked it free of the bag’s confines—a Heal Ball. Bringing the ball up to full size, she released the Pokémon that lay waiting inside in yet another flash of light as Maris continued at what she did best.

Appearing perched on the cement after the light ebbed away was a rather unusual sight, with a rather oval body, wings drawn in, as it stood on the tips of its feet was a Togekiss, Evangeline. “Toge?”

“Evangeline, I need you to track someone down for me, and to draw them back here if you would?” Lowering her arm, Evande looked at the avian Pokémon.

It came with a nod, “Kiss!”

A smile formed over Evande’s lips, “Thank you . . . now who I want you to find won’t be too far from here—he should be easy to spot because he’s a short blonde kind of has an annoying look to him and he’s probably tailing a trainer who has an Absol with him as well, his name is Miles and the other’s name is Zach. Got it?”

“Togekiss!” she announced, before it was she spread her wings up, taking off to seek out this person. It didn’t take her too long to do so, as her trainer had said, the blonde trainer hadn’t been far away at all . . . so, she did what she was asked, Evangeline swooped down before the boy and the Absol accompanied trainer. Remaining there, midair before prattling on, “Toge, Togeki! Kiss!” She urged the them on. Whether they followed, or even got the gist of the message was up to them. . . .