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 Out of Dodge I, [Adventure][Travel]
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 Posted: Oct 13 2017, 05:35 PM
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(YEAH LET'S GET CYNTH TO CRATER ALREADY~ Oh also, it should be noted that this is taking place in mid/late summer... before the tourney. >_> Because I'm that behind. Also, she's leaving in the evening- I figure she'll likely walk through the night and all the next day before finally sleeping.)

By the time the four of them had reached the edge of the forest, Trick had taken the lead. His fiery mane and tail brought light to the otherwise dimly lit summer evening; as they breached the edge of the choked, humid rainforest there wasn't even a beat of hesitation in Cynth's uneven gait. The bridge had been burned with Augustus, and presumably, Ri was already out of Ashfield- so what was left for her here? A handful of vaguely familiar faces and names, sure, and the comfort of a well-known environment, but...

Staring at the hindquarters of Trick, she felt certain she wouldn't be able to convince the horse to turn back around. And even though she was leaving everything that she knew behind... she didn't really want to turn around.

She was nervous. Uncertain. Scared. All those things, but at the same time, there was a tingle of excitement, and of rightness, like electricity buzzing in her fingers, her head, her heart. She had her friends all around her and a hundred possible futures before her.

This was what she was supposed to be doing, as frightened as it made her. Moving, learning, challenging herself.

Moving onward.

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The evening air settled in, the moon creeping up in the sky and very lightly illuminating the path forward. The light shined in through breaks in the trees here and there, the contrast allowing better view of the way forward. Traveling through the night came with its own risks, with the horse's fire fighting off the darkness but also attracting unwanted attention. Of those seeking light, or seeking warmth. Those who simply wanted to find others, or those worried about being hunted by the hosts of the light.

Or perhaps, those with much darker agendas.

One such moved through the treetops, watching, following. Its kind stuck to urban areas often, feeding off the negative emotions of those humans who inhabited the world. They were little gems of brilliant food, the spirit enjoying living among them. Those who strayed out at night tended to be filled with the emotions she enjoyed, anger, envy, jealousy. These things that provided such delicious energy to siphon from the fleshy creatures. Others were filled more with despair, or fear. Which, weren't what she was looking for.

But this human, and her group, were heading into the wilds as night settled in. There were many creatures out in the night time, especially during this warm season. So much potential for mischief, for conflict, for anger. She was excited by the potential that could come from this night. Sleep was not something she required, being dead and what not, but these humans tended to sleep through it all. It made the night hours rather boring, until a few like this one would venture out and give her hope for something good.

She channeled her energy, focusing her still developing powers. Though she may not be as experienced as others, she was a ghost of great power, and so she was confident she could trick these wanderers and work towards creating the emotions she wanted to feel. But she started small. A wisp of light here, up ahead and to the left of them, floating in between the trees. It turned to look at them, two red eyes appearing before the entire thing disappeared altogether.

After a couple moments, another appeared up ahead to the left, this time the wisp was bigger, with a wide open mouth, smiling at them. It moved closer for a couple seconds before also disappearing. They made no sound, left no traces of what they had been, but she needed to test the waters. Needed to see if any were on edge, and who she should target. Yes, this was simply the beginning to likely quite a fun night. Time for the games to begin.


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As the dark settled more thoroughly around them, unease began creeping in, joining Cynth's already negative emotions, adding a new edge to her anxiety and sadness. She... didn't like the dark. She couldn't see far, it was filled with noises she couldn't always identify, and demons were more likely to be awake and ready to terrorize (or depress) innocent passers-by. The wild was frightening enough in broad daylight- but in the cover of night...

At least she had Trick. She watched the flames of his tail and mane flicker and glow, causing the shadows at the edge of her vision to move and dance, but at the same time providing a much appreciated light in the darkness.

She thought back to her first real adventure through the forest- headed in the opposite direction, down to the Crying Plateau where she first met Imp and Indie. A kindly old woman's Sawsbuck had been her guide... She didn't know how she would have made it without that gentle deer. There were similarities here. Once again, she was out in the night, and once again, a hooved Pokemon was her guide. Trick was less... gentle than the Sawsbuck, but more familiar. Plus, this time around, those two young puppies she had met at the Plateau were on her side- currently in their pokeballs, where hopefully they'd be able to stay the entire night to get a good rest in.

Cynth, on the other hand, knew her mind wouldn't be able to calm down enough for her to get any sleep, so she wanted to keep moving.

Still, the darkness made her uncomfortable.

The young woman had already fallen into automatic mode, her eyes a bit glazed over as she stared almost unseeingly at Trick's flames, hobbling along in her jarring but rhythmic stride.

The first illusion of a wisp of light and glowing red eyes she nearly missed, only catching it out of the corner of her vision; she turned to blink in that direction, uncertainly flowing over her face. Trick, on the other hand, being in front and being much more aware saw it fully, and came to an abrupt stop, obviously causing Cynth to do the same as she stared in the direction of the thing that she wasn't sure she had really seen. Trick snorted and squinted his dark eyes, even though the wisp had only existed for a moment before disappearing. Just as he was picking up his hoof to start moving again, a second wisp appeared- or maybe it was the first one again, he couldn't tell- at about the same spot, though the fact that it was bigger this time made it seem closer... and it was grinning.

Fear was likely all that the haunting spirit was going to get from Cynth, and the emotion was already prickling at her. Trick, on the other hand, immediately spiked with frustration. He felt teased. Mocked. He pulled up his lips and inhaled; both an intimidation technique and an attempt to see if he could sniff out whatever was toying with him.

In a small, quiet voice, Cynth suggested, "M-maybe we should just keep moving?"

But Trick stood firm for now, waiting.

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The human seemed to just be... scared. Well, that was no fun. Human emotions tended to be stronger, more passionate and delicious than those of pokemon. Whatever it was that would cause this human to feel anger, she would need to press and experiment to figure out. She was hungry, and those feelings are what she needed to thrive in this wonderfully terrible world they lived in. It was important that she figure out what makes this human tick.

In the meantime, the emotions from the fire horse were a nice snack.

The ponyta was frustrated, which was something that quickly led to anger if pricked the right way. And the fact that it had been so easy to get here? Ideal. It meant this should be easy to draw out of the beast. Not quite as filling, but it would do. Light glowed up ahead, a few small glowing beads that shed into an aurora of pale light. It moved and shaped, before red light started to shape atop of it. It formed the rough shape of a horse head, much like Trick's, complete even with his firey mane.

It floated there for a moment, beady eyes watching the pair, before a tongue stuck out at them, and the eyes popped out of his head in a silly expression. Lips pulled up into a smile before it rolled backwards and vanished, the traces of light disappearing completely. Then, while they were distracted with that, she focused hard, shaping her will into a false feeling. With it, she caused the sensation of something touching upon the ponyta's flank, causing his nerves to react as if he'd just been jabbed by something small and flat-ended.


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Cynth couldn't quite see what was going on up ahead- the close glow of Trick's dancing mane made it difficult to see anything besides what he was immediately illuminating. However, up ahead... she did see lights. Moving lights. And then they seemed to form into a face, a face shaped much like Trick's. Somewhere in the back of her thoughts, she was reminded of how she had once wondered if Trick himself had been a hallucination, some kind of trick of the eyes. Hence his name.

Trick had a full, clear view of the spectacle.

And as the lights formed into a likeness of a Ponyta, his rage spiked. Ponyta were... were... venerable! Creatures descended from Solgaleo himself! They were not a species to be mocked, to be the subject of... of... buffoonery! As the likeness then proceeded to... pull a face... Trick's mane and tail blazed bright and tall, reflecting his anger as it piqued.

He had taken one step forward- intending to charge headlong into the blasphemous image- when something jabbed his rump. This at first spurred him into leaping forward, then cause him to spin around in a tight circle as his eyes rolled around searching for the cause of the sensation. For a brief moment, his anger focused on Cynth- she was the only one behind him, after all, and she had been following very close- but even if she had been the one that had prodded him, it was whoever was mocking him up ahead that he was truly enraged at.

He gave Cynth one withering glance- she flinched and shriveled- and then spun back around and charged ahead toward where the floating horse head had formed. Cynth hesitated for a moment, then stumbled forward after him, not wanting to be left in the dark, fear growing exponentially within her, though her emotions were nowhere near as potent as Trick's were.

(It's a good thing Trick doesn't know any fire moves at this point, or he'd be burning down the entire forest. Also aahhh, I'm sorry about the short post, but I needed to get this moving again!)

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The incarnation of light started to whinny silently, mocking laughter as the ponyta got worked up and angry about the display being shown to them. It continued to do this even as the creature charged at it, seeming unphased by his approach. A sharp ear could hear the quiet snickering from up above, the creature haunting them breaking character for a moment from the games it played. As Trick dashed through the apparation, the light dispersed, dispelling the image completely.

Then, the ground started to spark beneath where it had been floating. it quickly started to move, two thick lines branching out and circling around the ponyta. Once they connected, the whole line flared up, the brilliant, somewhat transparant flames lighting up the night, attempting to make the horse seem trapped, despite his typing matching that of the fire. It raged up to create a barrier between him and his trainer, but did not seem to move or directly threaten either of them otherwise.

If Cynth or Trick had been keen enough to hear the laughter, they could attempt to look up and see the creature. It hung high above them, the little thing hard to make out in the darkness, but the two blue and yellow eyes sticking out among the rest of it's dark features. It would only notice if the ponyta had spotted it, not paying much mind to the human who wasn't feeling the emotions it wanted her to.


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Trick burst through the immaterial mirage and skidded to a stop, whipping around so fast that he nearly lost his balance. He had heard something. Something from behind- or above? He would destroy it, whatever it was, whoever it was. Dissipating the image hadn't been cathartic enough. There was someone out there, messing with him, and it needed to know that he was not to be messed with. He glanced up-

Then the ground sparked. Trick snorted; Cynth clutched at her arms in a self-embrace.

It was like lightning, circling him. Cynth took a small, fearful step forward, anxious on her friend's behalf; Trick glared at the ground, daring it to try something.

Then fire flared up from the sparks. Cynth's strangled scream pierced the night. She stumbled backward, turning slightly away from the fire. Her crutch fell to the ground as her arms came up to protect her face; her left hand clutched at where her right hand should have been, meeting only with a stump of an arm. There was no hand there on her right arm, and yet she felt it burning. There was no leg beneath her right thigh, and yet that, too, she could feel burning. Burning, ripping. Her vision swam, the darkness of the night mingling in rolling waves with the false fire. She collapsed like a rag doll onto the ground, her body crumpling beneath the weight of something unknown, something impalpable.

Dizzy. Thirsty. Petrified. Her eyes closed; she couldn't see clearly, anyway. A soft pule came from the back of her throat as she rolled onto her elbows pulled herself blindly away from the fire.

Trick was not frightened of the illusion. No, fire was his element. At Cynth's blood-curdling scream, he burst out of the ring of fire without a second thought; upon seeing that see was physically fine, his gaze shot straight up, looking for what he knew was up there.

And there it was. It's eyes, at least, were visible.

His anger subsided, ever so slightly, now that he could see his tormentor.

He bared his teeth and let out a scream; not a scream of fear as the human had, but a threatening and challenging cry. He wanted to obliterate the spirit, but what could he do from down here? His gaze shifted down to Cynth, who had crawled into a tree just off the path and had wrapped herself around it. Her eyes were still screwed shut.

Pathetic. But he couldn't... leave her there like that. Of course, he couldn't leave her anywhere. It was his curse.

Gaze back on the ghost, he sidestepped slowly over to where the stupid, catatonic human was laying in the dirt. He nudged her firmly with his front right hoof and ankle; she gasped, in a sort of pathetic, gurgling way, but then recognition and reality seemed to flood into her as her eyes briefly fluttered open and their eyes met.

Letting out a loud, coughing sob, Cynth twisted around and grabbed hold of Trick's leg, her partial left arm reaching up and scrabbling at his elbow and chest while her right arm wrapped around his ankle and her knees bent to touch his hoof. She held on and loudly wept.

Trick didn't know what was going on. He looked down at the cripple that had wound herself around his leg. He felt... he felt...

He felt a sudden heat boiling in his chest and throat. Lava coursed through his veins and dark shadows crowded the edges of his vision. He felt a silent fury, but he stood perfectly still as his human cried into him.

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It had been really fun to mess with the pony, his anger clicking exactly as she wanted it to. He kept getting riled up and angry, especially when she surrounded him. It was positively delicious messing with him, an activity she would be happy to do all night. Thus far though, she wasn't nearly satisfied as she needed the human to feel something different. Her emotions seemed to be more about fear, and maybe a hint of sadness? Ugh, those weren't what she was looking for. Did she get a defective one?

She wasn't expecting the shrill scream into the night from the human for sure, as the fire lit up. The ponyta seemed unimpressed, the fire-type not even startled by the sudden flare. Well that was disappointing. Even after how she scared the human, this pokemon was un-amused by the fire. The scream was a little entertaining, but the shout of intimidation was less fun to listen to. The spirit rolled her eyes, snickering from high above. As if this little babe could possibly reach her up her with any accuracy. He wasn't a threat to her.

The sobbing that commenced shortly after, with the silence from the horse, was less exciting. Honestly, a little boring. Yup, clearly this human was broken, and wouldn't give her anything she wanted. Well, she guessed that was her cue. The silent anger was brewing in the ponyta, but she didn't think he was going anywhere with that fleshy creature draped on him like a doll. Oh well, at least she had a little fun. And hey, the night was young. The ghost turned and faded into the darkness of the trees, the illusions dropping as she lost focus on them.

But her screams and sobs had reached another, who was actually nearby but unseen for the moment. She'd tried to stay away, staying out of the situation and definitely away from the scary fire horse. But then, the sobbing was the only thing she could hear, the pang of sadness touching her deeply. She was inflicted with a deep sadness from it, a natural part of her heightened empathy, and couldn't just sit by anymore. She had to do something about it!

She shuffled out quietly across the ground from the hollow in the tree she'd been in - the same tree Cynth had been crumpled by only a couple minutes ago. With a hesitant look at the horse, whether he'd noticed her yet or not, she continued forward towards the human, shuffling to her leg. The soft, yet a little disheveled and dirty, cotton pressed against her leg lightly, the little pokemon standing about just about a foot letting out a rumbling, muffled but high-pitched noise, trying to see if she could somehow soothe the human's pain.


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Trick squinted after the ghost as it stared, and then left. He wanted nothing more than to burn it into ashes, but... it escaped. And he was tethered to the ground by the weeping, crippled human, discovering that he did not, in fact, want to pull away from her needy grasp. He found it to be, ah, tolerable, that the human came to him for protection. In fact, he should have expected this would happen before too long. Despite the potential he saw in her, she was yet a weak and crippled thing.

He thought back to when he had first seen her- he would have been disgusted to picture her cowering, bent around his hoof. And yet, he felt no such thing. He felt- he felt in a way that he wondered if perhaps his father felt when a filly ran to him after having been frightened by the Ekans, back on the plains.

His flared emotions and heightened senses from the adrenaline began to wane as the moment passed. The human's wailing had melted into mute crying, with the occasional shuddering breath to punctuate her suffering.

So absorbed was the Ponyta in his thoughts, that the Cottonee managed to sneak up on him. The human's legs, and thus by extension now the cotton fairy, were both positioned somewhat beneath his belly. He remained standing still for the moment, lost in his own musings, waiting with an unexpected patience for the human to recover, though he offered her no comfort beyond his continued presence.

Cynth couldn't shake the dancing flames from her vision. Even with her eyes closed, they were there. Swirling, burning. There was screaming in the background of her... vision? memory? that she recognized as her own voice. And then, in the far distance- a male voice? She didn't recognize it, and yet it was familiar to her. Her heart... ached... ached to see the face that the voice came from. Hazel eyes, just like hers, wet with unshed tears--

She gasped when something pressed against her calf, bringing her with a start back into the present, away from the flames and her... whoever it was that she was half-remembering. Trick did not respond to the gasp, assuming it was just another harsh breath that attended her crying.

The young woman's eyes opened gradually, and settled on the dirty cloud-like creature that had joined her. She stared for a moment, then blinked slowly. Her eyes were red from crying, as was much of her face, though the flush was beginning to fade. She took in a deep, shuddering breath and tried to ignore the slightly throbbing of the space behind her eyes.

As the thing made its noise, Trick's attention was finally and suddenly drawn- his head whipped around on his neck and he bared his teeth at the thing; he stepped out of Cynth's now-loosened grasp to turn around and face the thing head on.

//Go away.// He commanded with a snort.

Cynth rubbed her eyes with her hand, clearing the last of the tears from them and then offered an ever-so-slight smile at the creature that had brought her out of her nightmare. She hadn't understood, of course, what Trick had said to the fluff- nor had it even really registered that he had said anything at all- so she couldn't deny his words and neither did she think to properly thank the plant, as she was still somewhat in a fog, but she did at least manage to give it a smile.

She glanced around to locate her dropped things. Luckily, they all seemed to still be there, laying abandoned on the path. She crawled toward them and gathered them back up, putting the bag over her head to hang securely across her body and then picking up the crutch.

Shakily, she stood up.

(If Cottonee stays and interacts more, then Cynth and Trick will stay longer. If Cottonee leaves them, then you can assume they'll get moving once again down the path.)

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The little soft creature was so pleased to see she had helped the human break from her despair. The human had reacted to her touch, calming down. She felt the emotions in the air, pinging at her own heart, starting to soothe ever so slightly as the woman was pulled out of the spell she was in, the attack having consumed her mind rather entirely and keeping her from doing... whatever she was actually here to do. So that peace as she noticed her presence was very soothing to the fairy type.

But the horse was not pleased with her presence. Thewords struck true, the cottonee squeaking at the command. She wasn't about to stick around when this fire type was telling her to leave. It was big, and strong, and literally on fire. And she did not want to see what would happen if she stuck around to continue helping the human. So with that, she turned and hightailed it back to her hole, leaping in and getting as far back in her hiding spot as she could, hoping he had no interest in following her.

And with that, the duo would be free to continue on, once Cynth was recovered and ready to move on. Despite the rough start, it seemed their journey was not doomed to be too terribly rough. The hours in the night would pass by, the chill creeping in as much as it would in the warm environment of the forest. The darkness tried to crowd in around her, battled by the light of the ponyta's flames as they flickered in the night, lighting the way forward through the night.

The light of the sun poured in from the horizon after so many hours into their travel, the duo moving forward with purpose. As morning settled in, the heat from the sun starting to warm up the air, they'd still stay safe and peaceful as they moved through the thick forest. No matter how many breaks they may have taken, their progress would go smoothly as they pushed forward, no creatures or people on the path on this day to cause any disruptions to their travels. Afternoon would come and pass, as the sun arced across the sky, until finally it made it's descent, the sky starting to change hues as it set, marking the end of daylight as dusk settled in, the duo likely starting to feel the exhaustion from traveling so long and far without any significant resting.

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Please at the Cottonee's quick obedience to his command, Trick tossed his mane and held his head a little higher. He'd successfully driven off both the ghost and the fairy- but of course he had. Still, it was nice that after many moons of things just not quite going his way, things were starting to get back to normal.

The Ponyta watched as his human gathered up her things and righted herself, brushing off a bit of the dirt that she had accumulated while crawling about on the ground like a slug. He rolled his eyes at her, stomped his feet impatiently, then began trotting away. They were finally on their way out of this disgusting forest, and he did not want to postpone their exodus any longer.

Cynth, luckily, was of the same opinion. The thick air had never felt more oppressive to her than it had over the past month or so, and she was glad to be on the move. She was sure that once she had been out of the city and the forest for long enough, she'd miss it, or at least remember it favorably. But lately... everything had become too much. She needed to be gone.

The duo walked in silence all through the long and dark night. Cynth stuck close to Trick and his illuminating flames; Trick didn't object, not even when Cynth's arm would accidentally brush against him. Cynth thought back to the first time they'd met, the first time she'd touched him, and how he'd burned her in response. Had their relationship really grown and improved since then, or was he just in a good mood now? Either way, she was glad that he didn't resist her company, her presence. She was sure grateful for his.

Their steady, rhythmic pace kept them warm and kept them moving. Cynth found herself getting lost in the muted beats of the Ponyta's hooves against the moist dirt.

Just as the morning began to creep in, Cynth retrieved some of their supplies from her bag, and pulled ahead to walk closer to Trick's head so that she could feed him bites of their rations of food and water. The proud pony was hesitant at first, but then decided that if he could eat and walk at the same time, thus not slowing their progress, he could deal with being fed by the human.

To Cynth's surprise and gratitude, nothing so much as rustled a bush near them as they meandered along the path, which was slowly becoming less and less defined as they made their progress. Still, it was there... faint, but there. Still, a gnawing nervousness caused her to check her map and compass often. She wasn't completely sure how to use them effectively, but she had a general idea, and hopefully these objects combined with her diligence to the faint path would keep them from getting lost. Hopefully.

It was impossible to track the sun's movement across the sky, so Cynth found that she had very little concept of time as they plodded along. As they kept going, the nervousness and electric excitement that she had felt upon first stepping into the forest along this path returned by degrees. They had been moving for so long. It felt so real now. She wondered how long it would be until she'd see the Plains that had been told were on the northern side of the forest. A couple days at most, is what she thought she'd been told.

Cynth went back and forth between being so excited that she picked up her pace, and feeling the exhaustion settling into her muscles and slowing her back down again. By the time the summer sun was finally beginning to set- Cynth knew not because she could see the sun, but because the forest was beginning to get a bit dim again- the young woman was walking along with eyes half-lidded and with feet dragging in the muddy dirt.

"Trick. Trick," She had to say the equine's name a couple of times before he snapped out of his stupor and turned to look at her. She cleared her throat, which was unused to speaking as they had gone over 24 hours without much conversation. "Let's stop for the night. Stop," she repeated the main word of the sentence, held up her hands and stopped in her tracks by way of translating and communicating the word to the horse.

Trick responded with a soft snort, but without objection. He, too, stopped, and waited to see where Cynth would choose to rest. He was unsure what sort of shelter the human might need. Humans almost always slept in those tall wooden nests they built out of trees; would his human be fine sleeping in the dirt out here, or would she require something?

All Cynth did to prepare for bed, since she lacked a tent, was gather some broad leaves off of trees and bushes to lay beneath her, to keep her off of the moist and cool ground. She wasn't afraid of the air growing cold and brisk, not in the middle of summer in this rainforest. But the mud could be cold, and anyways, she wanted to avoid arriving at her destination completely coated and matted in dried mud.

Thin blanket of leaves made just barely off the side of the path, Cynth knelt down on it. She set her crutch off to one side, laying it parallel to the direction she would be laying in, and then set her bag where her head would be. It was an uncomfortable pillow, being more full of things like potions and berries and a compass than the softer things like her extra pair of clothing, but it would do.

"Good night, Trick." Cynth stated as she laid herself down, wiggling a bit to try and find the most comfortable spot. She certainly was going to wake up sore, after walking nonstop for so long and then sleeping on the hard ground.

She found herself watching Trick as he moved around. She'd never been with the horse at night, had never seen how he slept, and thus she was curious about his nightly routine. He moved around a bit, and nibbled at the sparse grasses and certain foliage that was nearby. She kept expecting him to lay down, but he never did... and she dozed off before she could find out if he ever would, falling quickly into a deep sleep.

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"This way"

The voice winded through the trees to their destined target, though still much too far off for the duo just waking up to hear. The little lost deer though, heard it loud and clear, tears welling up at his eyes as he wandered, trying unsuccessfully to find the source of the voice. He'd asked it to help him find his herd, who he'd gotten seperated from, but alas, thus far he hadn't been reunited with them yet. And he'd been travelling all night looking around, until this disembodied voice started to help just a matter of minutes ago. The herd woul be getting up soon to leave.

He had to hurry!

Stumbling clumsily through the growth, the brown-coated deerling pushed through, attempting to follow the voice - one he innocently believed was trying to help. "Keep going... I can help you..." The voice encouraged him, and so he continued. Though this time, the voice was close enough that the human and ponyta may be able to hear, as the sun started to rise, if they had gotten up quite yet. It wouldn't be comprehensible, but they'd at least be ready to prepare for whatever was nearby.

Another caught on as well, hopping from the hole in the trunk it had made a temporary home in. In hopped a couple feet away from the tree, just a couple meters away from where Cynth had made camp. He hadn't been planning to come out until the travelers were long gone, but that voice... the psychic type wasn't so naive as to believe the spirit hosting that voice was planning anything good for whatever poor creature was being lured towards it. And since it was close by, he figured he'd at least observe the situation, and maybe step in to help if he calculated that he could win and save the creature.

He was not a pokemon to take chances though, especially with ghosts.

Though the little green birdling could likely be seen by the ponyta and his human, their attention likely wouldn't be on it for long as the deerling came sprinting out of the trees and into their little camp. Having leaped over a thick bush in his rush, he hadn't even realized there was a human and horse here. He noted it just in time though, stumbling to a stop and flopping off his feet as he landed on his stomach after rolling once near them.

The natu shook and fluttered his wings, getting into the air as he looked over at the others with the little normal type. Well, perhaps these two would be more of a blessing than a curse after all. Of course, it all depended on how they handled the situation. But this ponyta would be easier to deal with than a ghost, likely. Namely in that his own kind were susceptable to the attacks of ghosts, and therefore a match-up against a fire creature was much preferable to the little bird. But he only got in the air and watched, seeing what they would do before deciding if he would step in.


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Cynth hadn't expected to sleep so deeply. The lumpy, moist forest floor was supposed to be uncomfortable to sleep on, right? She'd thought it would be so, anyways. But apparently, her many months of sleeping on wooden floors of Augustus' Pidgey coop had adequately prepared her for this. She had slept straight through the night, barely so much as wiggling or shifting in her sleep.

She probably would have continued on sleeping through the morning as well, given how dark the forest stayed even in broad daylight; but at some early morning hour, Trick had given her a firm nudge on her side to wake her up.

Thus when the eerie voice came within her range of hearing, the young woman had been up for a bit already, stretching herself out and rubbing her ribcage where a pony's very solid hoof had nudged her that morning, wondering if she'd have a bruise there. Her eyes widened somewhat at the sound of the strange voice, and her eyes scanned the area sporadically. There was a small green bird that hopped from his hiding place in the trunk of a tree; he seemed to be looking for the source of the sound, as well. Cynth's eyes moved to Trick. He was stood stock still, eyes slightly narrowed in the direction he thought he could hear sounds from.

Soon, Cynth though she could hear the sounds, too. Footstepts? Quick ones.

Then a Deerling burst through a bush, startling the both of them, though Trick masked his surprise with a glare in the smaller equine's direction. Cynth on the other hand, squeaked and fell backward onto her butt, as she hadn't yet retrieved her crutch. The both of them watched the Deerling stumble and roll to a halt, Trick with his angry expression and Cynth with an expression that mixed concern and uncertainty.

"Are you okay?" The small woman inquired in a gentle tone, which was grated against by Trick's annoyed, curt tone as he spoke simultaneously, //Watch where you're going.//

After his flare of irritation had mostly subsided, however, he realized that the voice he'd heard was not a Deerling's voice. The Deerling's voice would have sounded much different. Accusingly, he demanded, //Who is with you?//

Cynth wobbled back to her feet and brushed herself off as much as she could. She gathered up her pack and her crutch, sort of side-eyeing the Ponyta as she did so. He was such a cross creature, and she was fairly certain that the fearful looking Deerling did not deserve it, but she didn't feel it was her place to scold the fiery equine. So she simply tried to keep her expression and body language neutral and open to silently contradict Trick's antagonistic speech and mannerisms.

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The woman's voice seemed so sweet, and kind. It was like the gentle tone of wind blowing through reeds near the water. It was soothing, and would have helped him calm down a bit from stumbling like this. But the tall, statuesque horse with intimidating flames roaring from his head back to his hind, and accenting his legs, spoke much more fiercely and unfriendly than she had, and his words he was actually able to understand. He scrambled up to his feet, though it did take a couple tries of stumbling in his nervous panic.

"I-i-i'm sorry!" He was lost and confused and unsure where anything was. He just... he didn't want to miss his pack before they left! What could he possibly do if he didn't reunite with them before they migrated? He'd never find them in the vast forest! Just as he thought the pony might calm down, he flared up again with accusing words about the voice that had led him this way. "I-i-i s-swear I don't kn-know! I was j-just lost and it started h-helping me to find my pack." He tripped over his words as much as he tripped over his own feet, looking around nervously to try and find the owner of the voice, seeing the Natu flapping closer to them.

"W-was user posted image it you?" The deerling posed the question, but the Natu thought it should have been obvious that it wasn't him. Well, he needed to be patient with these dumb creatures. He supposed it wasn't their fault they were born with lower intelligence than he. "Not I, but a ghost, likely wishing to lead you astray young one." The deer gasped, shuddering in place as he wildly looked around.

"Do not listen to them, I only seek to help." The voice was a little less level this time, a keen ear might be able to interpret. The ghost still didn't show herself, but watched and spoke from high above, projecting the sound from a different location than where she stood. "Surely, you're more intelligent than that, yes? A random voice in the forest that doesn't show itself should not be something you trust." The deerling did not respond, only stood there shivering, unsure where to head now.


a wild Natu has appeared!
level slightly higher than Trick ◒ male ◒ ability unknown ◒ moves unknown

a wild Deerling has appeared!
level similar to Trick ◒ male ◒ ability unknown ◒ moves unknown

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Trick listened to the brief back and forth of the frightened Deerling and the fluttering Natu with swiftly deteriorating interest. A little lost grass type without its herd was unfortunate, he supposed, but in his mind his own problems were much greater. He had been unceremoniously forced to leave his own herd to live in this grimy wet forest. Now he was finally on his way back home, only to be interrupted by a misfortunate Deerling.

His attention was drawn back somewhat when the voice from before returned. It seemed closer now, there was still no creature within his vision that the voice belonged to. A ghost, the equine barely heard the avian state in his matter-of-fact tone. Trick's dark eyes narrowed as they slowly scanned the area around them. He could see no ghost, but he didn't doubt that there was one out there. His eyes were drawn upward- that was where the previous ghost has been hiding- but he still could not make out any forms.

But he remained silent. He didn't want to get involved, but he also didn't want to be caught off guard if the ghost made a sudden and violent approach. Therefore, he neither tried to leave, nor did he try to interact or change the situation in any way. He merely watched, for now.

Cynth was about as useful as Trick, though less out of apathy and more out of uncertainty. She could not understand what was being said. She could tell from the Deerling's body language and tone of voice that the creature was frightened or anxious. The bird, whose species she was entirely unfamiliar with, fluttered down into view and appeared to be comforting or conversing with the Deerling. The things that made Cynth the most nervous, however, was how they all seemed to be looking around, as if expecting an unwanted visitor to make an appearance at any time. She had thought that she'd heard a voice, just then, that didn't seem to belong to any of the Pokemon that she could see.

She felt the need to say something, to help comfort the small, frightened creature despite the fact that she didn't know what was going on. She wasn't sure what else she could do to assist in the situation... again, given that she was not fully aware of what the situation was.

"It's alright, little Deerling. I'm sure everything will be okay." At least the clumsy little foal hadn't been injured from its tumbling about before, right? That was something, and Cynth was glad for that, at least.

She wished she knew what was going on, though. And who the disembodied voice belonged to. A small knot of anxiety was forming in her chest, resulting from the fear of the unknown, but she tried to squash it down as she glanced from bird to deer to pony and back again, somewhat desperately trying to gain some clue as to what was making them on edge.

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