Fyren Blino
“Your brother needn’t apologize to me, if anything I’m as much at fault for our little run-in as he is since I wasn’t paying much attention to where I was going.” The pink-haired boy said, and Avane laughed. This boy was the most well spoken person she'd met since she saw Juren. Hey wait, maybe he was from Unova? No way; from what she'd learnt via her father, not everyone in Unova is eloquent and there are some punks there. A roar broke through the air as the boy's Cubone fretted over something and a Charizard, shiny no less, popped out of the ball on her hip.
Speaking of punks however, Fyren stopped his game with his Pokemon when he felt the Pokeballs on his belt rattling as if they wanted out. He put his hand on them to calm the lot, yet Doppel seemed restless. Maybe they recognised their trainer's hostility, but he could feel they were worried. And finally, his eyes rested on the two who's recently arrived. It seemed almost as if a row were to break out and Doppel wanted to protects her trainer. He found it hard to keep her under control; if they were taking interest in the pink-boy's (who Fyren had now named 'Pinky' in his head) shiny Charizard, would they not take an interest in his Gengar? And he did not want that. Fyren almost growled at the ball as he concentrated on keeping it shut. After all, it was just a regular ball since Doppel had practically given herself up, so it wasn't too strong on keeping her in. Avane saw the struggle, and Fyren looked at her apologetically.
"Hi! Here! I offer you the best Pokemon this world has to offer! It's totally rare and totally strong and it can be alll yours for the small trade of...this awesome Charizard of yours. It's unfair on my end really, but I'll survive. Just for you." At this, Fyren literally growled. He didn't sound human, but certainly not like a weak Pokemon either. Although his growl was rather quiet, he sounded like he could have been siblings with that Charizard if it weren't for the whole Human thing seperating them. He wanted to trade his Pokemon? Just like that? He'd seen a Shiny and thought "Who cares about this Gengar?" and just decided to pass it on even after seeing the close relationship between 'Pinky' and his Pokemon?
"Bastard." Fyren said, for once speaking the language others understood. Avane blinked at him. "Idiot, moron, bastard!" His voice turned into a low growl once more before fizzing out and he felt the Pokeball under his hand stop her struggle suddenly. He blinked. "I'm sorry Doppel, but you can't come out just yet. If this turns into a fight, I'll let you out. I promise, I promise." Avane was looking at him with a slight shock in her eyes, before she recognised the glare he had in his eyes. Oh, how Fyren hated those sorts of trainers. Occasionally, some would pass through the woods and Fyren would creep them out to the point of tears. Heck, he'd even climb on their backs and whisper creepy-nothings into their ears.
But now he was face to face with one of these people, but he wasn't a 'ghost' of the village anymore and his sister wasn't too sure on how he'd react to this anymore. And Doppel had begun fighting again when she felt danger from the other Gengar getting nearer and the Charizard. She'd already hurt her trainer, so no one else could. No one.
A burst of light flashed though the air and from the white came. . . . Pheon? Since he's spent so much time trying to keep Doppel under control, he'd never noticed that Pheon wanted out. Fyren looked at his Eeveelutions and told them to return to their balls, as well as his Sableye so that they didn't attract too much attention from the trainer in from of him. Avane looked from 'Pinky' to the weird one who'd tried to trade off their Pokemon.
"I doubt she'd give you her Pokemon." she said, a mocking smirk on her face. "They're close, can't you see? Or do you just not have the ability to perceive the emotions of Pokemon? That Ralts over there in my brother's arms. . . . " Avane pointed at Pheon, who looked worried even if she couldn't see his eyes, and smiled kindly. ". . . . He treats my brother like a father. And that Cubone does the same to this boy. The relationships, the bonds between humans and Pokemon are, or should be, so tight that we can't just part with them and we'd risk our lives for them, as they would for us. That's my translation of what Fyren is saying." As she said, Fyren was communicating by signing slowly. He sighed and stroked the Ralts' head, smiling softly at it while singing something quietly so he would sleep.