#dualityspear

Sy & Sam -

Battle intro: ”Come on Sam, I don’t really wanna hurt you - and I sure as hell don’t want you to hurt me.”

Victory: ”Have a good whatever’s-left-of-your-life, mate.”

Defeat: ”Oh phew, thanks I was, uh, under enemy control - let’s go kill the bastards!”

Sam noticed something was wrong with Hadar when he sat down on the bench.  To anyone else who didn’t know the Lucario they would see the same cold and scrutinizing eyes piercing ahead but to Sam he could just feel something was bothering him.  Every now and then the creature’s ear would flick anxiously.  He didn’t want to eat when Sam offered him some lunch.  It was odd to see him this tense.

The apprentice looked around the square they were sitting.  People came and went while others chattered among themselves.  Among all this motion there seemed to be one person who didn’t have anywhere to go or discuss.  The young woman sat alone with an open journal in her lap, scratching away at the paper with a stick of charcoal.  She looked up straight towards where Sam and Hadar sat and the man caught her eye immediately.  The woman tensed and quickly looked back down to her lap now that she had been spotted.  Sam looked back over to Hadar who nodded wordlessly.

Mayla had gone back to scribbling some notes on the page when the shadow of a person blocked out the sun.  She looked up through her bangs and saw the same man who had been sitting with the Lucario.  Red rushed to her cheeks and she fumbled to pull her journal to her chest.  “’Lo there,” Sam greeted, shifting a little awkwardly from the girl’s reaction to him and the nervous aura she gave off.  “I, uh, saw you watching us.  Did you need something?”

The girl shook her head quickly, unable to look him in the face as her cheeks only grew redder.  She kept her eyes down to the journal clutched tightly when a small gasp escaped from her lips.  She pulled the book down to see several black smudges on her shirt from how carelessly she was holding it.  Oh, what a mess..!

Sam noticed the drawing then, the black lines unmistakably forming what looked like Hadar from this angle.  His eyes lit up and he smiled despite the girl’s distress.  “Wow, hey, did you draw that?  That’s amazing!”  Mayla hesitated before lowering the journal flat across her knees again, turning it so that Sam could see.  It was his Lucario, after all.  She had never seen one so ornate before.  Well, she hadn’t seen many to start with; there wasn’t many at the Academy.

“Hadar!  Hey, Hadar come here, you’ve got to see this!”  The Lucario, naturally, didn’t move and continued to brood on his bench.  He didn’t like the idea of people spying on him and drawing him.  What reason was there for that, anyways?  Once it was clear his partner wasn’t going to budge, Sam gave the girl a quirky smile.  “Don’t mind him, he’s always like that.  Have you drawn anything else?  Can I see?”

I'm going to see how Faithe vs. Sylas goes (does this count as rp brainstorming? :D).

So, let's assume it's a one-on-one pokemon wise. I'm gonna go with Benj. I'm pretty sure he's k.o.ed the klink a bunch of times with Drill Run so they're very wary now. Their strategy would probably be to use their relatively superior speed to dodge and weave and spray him with mirror shots whenever they can for x2 STAB effectiveness while avoiding exactly that from his drill runs. Every so often Taj would try to zip in under his belly and slice at him and Benjy takes that opportunity to try and stamp out while Rana frets that they'll actually hurt each other.

Since Sam and Sylas' cross-Castelia sparring/pokemon miniwar thing is already established and 100% happening, I'm gonna go ahead and look at other possible combos...

Canci is probably the only thing (apart from Icky) that Deino is fond of in the guilds. Of course for him 'fond of' just means not snapping and/or sending fire at them, but he'd probably listen to her little songs and dances too because she reminds him of an equally lively deino he knew in the wild.

Kir is nervous being around the thieves guild because of rumours of people exactly like this 'Syrinxsong' character but Enri seems amiable so she'd probably giggle at his songs and such as quietly ask him to assure her that people like that are just rumours. xD

Sylas would probably enjoy sending his klink out to fight Faithe's pokemon to make them try and work around type disadvantages. 

He'd really like Faithe I think, because she seems like a really genuine person and he hasn't met many

Georgaina had been having a hard time controlling the Benedicts, but she never expected it was going to be this bad. She had been chasing them for a good thirty minutes now as they sped bee-line down a  path on the outskirts of Castelia. 



Such a bright, sunny day, and it would have to be spent chasing the unruly exeggcute. Not even Omri, newly evolved and fast as he was, could hang on to one of them long enough for them to be contained. He was getting tired, and so was Georgaina. Her long strides started to get shorter and shorter as she ran out of breath and energy. 



Spectre: Where Micha is visited by Enri's ghost.

A strained sort of smile crosses Micha's face as she studies her ethereal guest. The semi-transparent man across from her offers a tight-lipped smile, so different from what he usually wore. He's reassuringly in one piece, which is only a harsh reminder of the way he went. She shakes her head slightly, dispelling the images. He wasn't the only one to have gone, but he was the only to return.

"Canci is well, if that's what's bothering you." Enri was like her; a huge protective streak over their respective baby dragons. She supposed that that was why his death had been particularly distressing to her--in the clamoring chaos of battle she had instantly picked out Canci's wails. She hadn't even thought twice about it really, just ran over with Meri on her shoulders and Sarine guarding her back, snatching the little baby away from her fallen master's side and ran. It hurt to hear her scream; despite her small body she's fully capable of the mourning cry of any full-grown dragon. It still reverberates in Micha's head.

Enri makes a gesture--"Something like that"--and it strikes her that he failed to keep his voice. It's so strange... the Enri she knows is more than decently talkative. His expression softens when he spies Canci shuffling behind Micha's ankles, Meri standing alertly at her side.

Another gesture. "I'm sorry." Some of her strained composure starts to crack and she can feel tears threatening to fall.

"Damn right you better be sorry," she hisses. Canci glances nervously between the human and the ghost, blind eyes searching futilely, whining softly. "Even if we were in different Guilds, you were supposed to live so that we could compare our babies' growth. You were supposed to live so that you could spin your songs and grand tales. You weren't supposed to die--not like that."

Enri attempts to pat Canci and watches as his hand passes uselessly through her head. Then he reaches for Micha's hands, because no, he hadn't wanted to leave Canci wailing in the middle of that field, hadn't wanted to die. Not that soon. Not like that. Micha gives her a bitter glare, but it's half-hearted and tired.

They both know he doesn't regret it, now that everything's all done and over with. He doesn't regret doing what he did to protect Canci, and Micha knows, because if the situation was reversed and she had died saving Meri, she'd probably be haunting Enri to make sure the Gible was well cared for. Because somehow she knew that he would have swept up the small dragon and ran, too, if she had fallen.

They glance down at the little dragons and then she turns to Enri, some semblance of a genuine smile crossing her face. One has to send off the dead with a smile, otherwise they can't go on. "I'll set up the altar, so come visit us when you've set yourself up on the other side and are awaiting rebirth. Canci will grow into a splendid dragon." A look of absolute relief washes over Enri's ghostly face.

That night, Micha teaches the babies how to properly light altar candles. "Pray hard," she tells them, as the little flames dance on delicate white wicks, "and one day, you'll be reborn together in another lifetime, preferably one with no war."

Micha doesn't see Enri again after that.