#ranting ryver

Meyla blinked a little at his abrasiveness and idly wondered how someone like him was put in charger. The thought lingered for only briefly before she offered a meek smile. 

“Ah..Actually my brother and I were trying to figure out how we could work for Aether? When we asked a few of the other workers we were told we should ask the Branch Chief, which would be you...So would you mind answering that question or should I look for someone else?”

 “I bet you get killer reviews from customers.” The woman said in a rather joking manner, clearly calling attention to his lack of polite customer service. Not that she really cared. Not everyone was going to be thrilled with rushing halfway across the world to deliver Pokemon. She proceeded to pick up a pen and write down her name - which more or less revealed that her legal name was NOT Deer. Clearly more of a nickname that she gave to everyone because she preferred that to her legal first name.  “Do you need anything to eat or drink before we head out on the hike? I doubt we’ll need to be out long. I’ve only got a handful of Pokemon that I need to get up to level five. I’ve got five lucky kids that are going to win one of these diverse Pokemon.” She mused, putting the pen down before putting her arms back atop the counter.

“No. I’m fine lets just go. The sooner we can finish the better. I'd rather return to what I was doing before this trip if you wouldn't mind." Ryver took the form and put it away before going to turn around and head out the door. He expected her to meet him outside, either right away or when she had the pokemon on hand.

Ryver blinked slowly as he looked around, everything a little hazy since he wasn't wearing his glasses. Quietly he tried to rack together where he was and how he ended up here but nothing was really coming to mind, last he remembered he had gone to sleep. Cautiously he went to go sit up before realizing that his arms were chained.

"The fuck...?" He muttered looking at the chains before trying to take in the rest of his appearance noticing the leather get up with a slight scowl. That was certainly not what he went to bed in, and he would have woken up if someone had moved him. So how the fuck did he end up like this?

Tugging on the chains slightly the male thought hard about it before a slight sneer came on his face. It was a dream, and given the company he met recently he could guess the person behind this.

Ryver considered himself a lot of things, a delivery boy wasn’t one of them and yet he found himself sliding off the flying pokemon he had borrowed from a friend in the region as he looked up at the sign that hung above the store front of the ranch. A frustrated grumble left his mouth as he returned the pokemon to the ball and pocketed it as he walked into the building in front of him.

“Oi. I’m looking for a breeder that goes by...Deer? What kind of stupid ass name is that...Either way I have your delivery” 

His voice was rough and blunt clearly showing his annoyance at being assigned the task at hand and to make it worse he wouldn’t be able to leave until the second half of the request was finished; which was taking the girl out on a hike to help her with training up her pokemon.

He had been watching the castle for the last few days, trying to figure out what the best way inside would be. There were a few different ideas that came to mind when it involved making his way into the building but none really guaranteed successful, which was the biggest problem. Once he was caught breaking in they’d be more on edge and he’d have a harder time making his way inside to get at the king of this castle. Idly he ran through a few different scenarios mentally and just sighed before throwing his pack over his shoulder and going to walk back out towards the path that lead towards the pathway that lead into the castle. He was going to go with one of the most risky ideas, but at least it would be the most likely to get him inside without drawing the attention of every grunt on the premises.

When he approached the duo of grunts that were assigned to guard the doors, he offered a smile and asked if he could speak to lord of the estate, and when asked why his smile didn’t fade as he calmly explained that he was an engineer who was designing a new pokeball, one that would allow them to catch a pokemon that was already caught. This was of course a lie, but he did have plans for a pokeball in his bag if he was asked to prove it. He watched the grunts looked at each other before discussing who should take him inside and possibly face their kings wrath. Once one of them managed to convince the other to walk into the lions den, Ryver was asked to show them the research.

Given the reputation their king had for his anger, he wasn’t surprised by the request. They didn’t want to risk going in and simply bringing in a lying fool. So Ryver pulled out the file with his research notes and showed them to the others. The notes weren’t legible, but from bad hand writing rather simply just it being in a different language and coded on top of that. The grunt seemed satisfied with what they were shown however and Ryver was lead inside. A grin was on the brunets face as he followed the other into the castle, he was slowly reaching his goal and hopefully it would end with someone’s blood on his hands. He knew the king of this castle deserved to die, and there wouldn’t be many who would mourn his death, if there were any he was sure he could handle it.

The walk through the hallways was a silent one, dull brown eyes watched the walls with a bored interest as he was lead to a large set of doors, a study was his guess, before he was told to wait so they could see if their King was free at the moment. Ryver just grinned before going to grab them and put them into a choke-hold to ease them into unconsciousness through lack of air, and once they were knocked out he laid them down onto the ground before going to push open the big doors.

Ryver paused as he looked up from his little booklet and looked to the other trainer, a rather bored expression on his face. Who did this kid think he was? The insult really didn’t bother him as Ryver really didn’t tend to care much about his appearance, to busy worrying about things that were actually important.

“And your personality belongs a trashcan. What about it?”

A shade crept up behind the twins before wrapping his shadowy arms around the younger of the two, pulling them close against their form. They ignored the woman’s panicking and struggling and kept their gaze on the male in front of them. A clawed hand moved from the young woman’s shoulder to cover her face and with a pulse of dark energy she fell limp in their arms. They watched the other get angry and curse and swear at them, but for as long as they held the sister to close, he would not attack.

A low gravelly laugh left their mouth as they leaned down and spoke to the other twins, the words sounding like an airy hiss. "Time for your trick little ones. You get to enjoy your time alone and without your twin. And She must go through the same, but without her memories. We'll see where her ignorance lands her shall we..?"

Without giving the other time to respond the shadow creature sank into the ground, taking the other twin with them. They would leave her at some other village and watch her stumble about confused for a while. They knew this need week for the two of them would be hell. Neither ready to be separated from the other.

For the next Week Meyla won’t know who she is or where she is. Feel free to bother her~

Ryver sighed and shook his head as he watched the young woman. He was surprised she couldn’t tell he wanted her gone as well due to her questioning. No one liked being asked those sort of questions, not really.