Training [OPEN]

[Zephèl Onyx Nakamaru]

Zephèl stood in the training arena there where two dummies facing him each was five feet apart. There where more dummies that could be put up but he only needed the two right now. "Ok Ruby yes scratch fifty times on the right dummy. Jasmine use Razor Leaf fifty times on the left dummy. We need to perfect your moves for when battling wild pokemon or trainers. Now let's go."

Ruby ran at the right dummy and began scratching at it over and over. By the twentieth scratch she was panting and her paws where soar.

Jasmine stood five feet from the dummy and sent wave after wave after wave of razor leaves at her dummy. She made it to about seventeen razor leaves before she two began panting and getting headache.

Zephèl watched his pokemon. When he thought they had done their best he stepped forward. "Enough, not bad we shall try again tomorrow and I want you each to try and do five more than you did today. With time and much practice you will become stronger and you will reach fifty attacks with out breaking a sweet. But for now well done lets get something to eat." Bending down he picked up both his pokemon and left the barn. As he got closer to the house he noticed someone was there. "Hello how can I help you?"

[Script Fear]

Too bright. This day was far to damn bright. Script raised his arm to shelter his eyes from the blazing sun. He hated the day, but lately it had been too cold to travel during the night. Even with a living fireplace walking beside him. He looked down at his Quilava and smiled, Quilava didn't much like the cold. As was obvious as the pokemon's back blasted fire far more hotter than normal, intent on not letting a single speck of snow touch him. It was an amusing sight. Kind of reminded him of a girl trying to walk through a bug nest without touching a single one. Priceless.

"You know, snow isn't deadly." He mused, smiling more brightly as Quilava glared at him. With a sigh he extended his arm towards the pokemon, bracing himself as Quilava quickly escaped the snow by jumping up onto his shoulders. He snuggled in practically around Script's neck, much happier far from the cold white dust bellow.

Script paused on the pathway as he heard the sounds of training, if you could call it that. Even though he couldn't see them it was apparent the pokemon were low-level. Ruby? Jasmine? What kind of pokemon could they be? Curiosity held him as he waited to see, leaning on the ranch's fence casually. Quilava hopped down onto the fence and sat, his ears perked to the sounds in the barn. As a boy exited the barn with two pokemon the pair tilted their heads to the site. A chimchar and budew, not bad, but still...weak. But at least there was potential for Chimchar; Infernape were fast and strong pokemon for sure.

"Are those the only pokemon you got? Not gonna get far training like that" Script responded, resting his head on his arms as he remained leaning on the fence. Quilava barked in agreement, shaking it's head at the two pokemon.

[Zephèl Onyx Nakamaru]

As he got closer Zephèl noticed the boy had blue hair and a quilava with him. The hair was a much brighter and darker blue than his. His hair was a very light blue from a distance it would look almost white. Today he was wearing the black patch over his bad eye. You could see the edges of the scar above and below the patch. For it had been bothering him lately. He planned on going to see his doctor soon maybe they could tell him why it has been bothering him. "Greetings, yes these are my only pokemon. The chimchar is Ruby and my Budew is Jasmine, and I'm Zephèl. I know we must battle others but right now I'm just trying to make the moves they do no stronger. And I saw other trainers doing this once back in my home town. They told me it helps strengthen their moves.

Bending down he set his pokemon on the ground. "I'm new to this so before I battle trainers I want to get them to try and master what moves they do have so we have a better chance at winning. If they can barely control their moves than they won't win. Don't you agree?"

[Script Fear]

Script studied the kid for a moment before smirking.
"If you baby them they won't win either." He replied cooly. Glancing at the two pokemon. Quilava hopped down from the fence and wandered over to the pair, leaving a little melted path through the snow as he went. Lightly he poked the budew with his paw, as if curious if it'd just topple over or not.
"If they only learn it against an inanimate object, they'll fail right away. Strong moves are nothing if you cant hit a moving target worth a damn." He added with a shake of his head. Quilava barked in agreement, sitting back on his hand legs and glancing back at Script with a smile.

[Zephèl Onyx Nakamaru]

Zephèl was beginning to dislike this guy more and more. He knew that he had moving targets in the barn as well. But he was taking it step by step. The pokemon where new. Once they mastered hitting a still target he would move them up to a moving target changing the speed of the dummy until it was at it's fastest. Than he would begin fighting trainers. "You have your way and I have mine. I am not babying them but I don't want to push them so hard that they can barely move. All I ask them is for them to do their best. The next day I ask them to do more than they did today and more the day after and so on and so forth. Once they have mastered hitting a still target I'll move them up to hitting a moving target. From there I'll make the speed faster until it is at it's fastest speed. Science is my forte and I can make the dummies move as fast as a Fearow that has used agility than Arial Ace. Once they have mastered that we will go out in search of trainers. I don't wish to breed week pokemon. I'm a breeder not a trainer. But to get strong pokemon to breed I must train my pokemon as I believe is best."

Budew was coated in sweat and was relieved when he called it a day. When they found the strangers by their porch she gave her head a shake and prepared for a fight. But instead of a fight they just talked. When the fire type approached her she quivered a little in fear but stood her ground. When it gave her a nudge she nudged back.

Chimchar's paws where killing it but didn't stop it from jumping protectively in front of Jasmine when the fire type poked it and growled. It was very protective of the little grass type.

[Script Fear]

Script tilted his head to the side once more, an old habit of his he did when thinking. He supposed the kid wasn't too bad, for a human. Even though he did seem a bit nerdy. Script kept finding his gaze drawn to the eyepatch and what could be seen of the kid's scar, making him fiddle with his collar subconsciously. He had always worn the dog collar since his accident, covering the jagged scar surrounding his throat. He wondered mildly what could of happened to the kid. Though he doubted the kid would tell a total stranger anyway, so he pushed the curiosity away.
"I guess your not half bad, compared to some breeders I've seen." He mused. The kid's pokemon seemed happy, so Script wouldn't bother him even if he disliked the idea of breeding pokemon. He'd always thought such things should just happen naturally, not be set up. Yet this was still amusing enough to kill time.

Quilava smirked when budew nudged him back, a little impressed by the smaller pokemon's guts. Most grass types at that level ran away from him without a second thought. It annoyed him sometimes, how would they get stronger by acting like a coward? When the chimchar jumped in front he didn't move or back away, simply tilting his head to the side as if mirroring his trainer's habit.
"I wouldn't attack a brave little pokemon like that, I'm no bully." He barked calmly. Scratching his ear with his hind leg as he spoke, unfazed by the chimchar's aggressive stance. Then he grinned and the flames on his back grew a little hotter.
"Though if you want to pick a fight I wouldn't mind showing you what a real flame looked like." He added, more playfully than threatening.

[Zephèl Onyx Nakamaru]

Zephèl stood his ground as the boy stared at him. He saw him looking at his eye patch. So he reached up and pulled it off. "Here have a good look take a picture if you want it will last longer." His eye teared up once the patch was removed it was slightly red. Once he was sure the boy had gotten a good look at his eye he wiped it against his sleeve to wipe the tears away than put the patch back on. After a few minutes he lifted his head and straightened his back and took a deep breath. "Sorry I don't like people staring at my scars it's why I keep the rest hidden but the one over my eye can't very well be hidden that well. Especially if I'm using my scanner which helps me see better. I try to forget my past as best as possible Any way you came here for a reason or you just stumble upon the place. Either or is there anything I can do for you?"

Jasmine smiled liking the fire type a bit. It was strong and could pound her in an instant but she didn't think he would. "It's ok Ruby he won't hurt me he was just testing me right? We used to do that in the wild test another pokemon that was weaker than them just to see how they would react."

Ruby stepped back but was still on guard. "You may be much stronger than me and I know I won't win but I won't go down with out a fight if you hurt either our trainer or Ruby." She wanted her to know she wasn't afraid to fight him if she had to.

[Script Fear]

Script chuckled at the boy's reaction, his smirk turning into a rare smile.
"Touchy." He didn't blame the kid though, that looked like it had hurt and he oddly felt a little bad for him. Seems he had some things in common with the kid after all. He listened to the kids explanation and nodded slightly, knowing it all to well.
"You know, scars are nothing to really be shameful or embarrassed about. You should be proud, there badges to show you survived something horrible." He tilted his head and shifted his collar to expose the thick scar across his throat. It may of seemed hypocritical since his too was hidden, but it wasn't because he was bothered if people saw it; rather it reminded him to much of what he'd lost.

"Well, I'm not really fond of lies. So I'll be blunt, originally I came here to see if you deserved your pokemon. I visit breeders and trainers and if there in any way mean to or treat their pokemon badly...I take the pokemon away." He responded truthfully. It was true, he hated lies, even if they got him in trouble. But he'd risk that so long as he could keep his morals.

Quilava looked at the feisty little Chimchar with amusement.
"Brave words. But I doubt it'd ever come to that. Your trainer seems kind, so there's no reason mine would threaten him. And there is defiantly no chance he'd order me to hurt you two even if your trainer was mean." He turned down his flame, carefully sitting down in the little snowless circle around him that his flames had created. God he hated the white stuff.
"My trainer would never hurt a pokemon, we rescue them."

[Zephèl Onyx Nakamaru]

The boy was different he had never heard of scars being something to be proud of. Why would he be proud of his scars they where just a remembrance of every time his father got drunk or enraged and beat the crap out of him. Nine years he had, had to deal with his fathers rage against him. Nine years of cowering under his bed to afraid to tell anyone that his father hated him and blamed him for the death of a mother he never even met. No child should have to go through that. Because of his father he was scared for life physically and emotionally.

"I'm not embarrassed by my scar's nor am I proud of them. My scars are just bad memories of a past I will never be rid of. As you saw my eye is badly damaged I have had surgery on it twice. It's been three years since the last surgery. I'm afraid I may need surgery on it again. For it has recently been acting up as you saw. At least my other scars are nothing more than scars but the one over my eye what caused it badly damaged it. And it will never be the same again. Do you honestly think I should be proud of that scar?"

Jasmine crept closer to the Quilava wondering how hot the flames on it's back where now that they had been turned down. She leaned over to touch one of the flames but was pulled back.

Ruby puffed out her chest, "of course he is kind he is the kindest human I have ever known and if you knew what he's been through you would think it would have changed him for the worst. Instead it made him protective over though's who can not protect themselves. He wants to make this place into a sanctuary for wild pokemon someday." Seeing Jasmine reaching over to the flames she wrapped her tail around the grass pokemon and pulled her back from the dangerous flames. "Your a grass type he's a fire type you'll burn yourself if you do that careful."

[Script Fear]

Script listened to the boy silently, his eyes seeming to grow darker as if lost in thought. He wondered how he'd view his scars if any of them had been as disabling. He remembered his father had broken his fingers once because he had dared to hit him back, but how would he be now if his mother hadn't mended them and they'd stayed crooked and painful forever? More bitter perhaps, as this kid seemed. His only damaging scar was his throat, and even that had mostly healed, only hurting once in a while when he ate or breathed to deeply. Though he still stood by his statement.
"Well you survived did you not? The world is a cruel place. Child abuse, sickness, murder, natural disasters; death is everywhere. Surviving is something to be proud of, i don't know what happened to you but you know it could of been worse than one eye. A limb, your mind, even your life. So yes, I honestly think scars are to be proud of."

Quilava chuckled a little at Jasmine's curiosity. His smile broadening.
"You could touch my fire, but you wouldn't feel anything." He mused, liking this brave Budew more and more.
"My fire doesn't actually burn those i don't want it to, otherwise I'd burn my trainer all the time. So there's no danger." He added looking at Ruby whom still seemed a little feisty. It was true though generally only trainers that owned Quilavas and their evolutions knew this fact. Apparently he'd heard Ponytas and Rapadash could control their fire in such a way as well. It really came in handy.

[Zephèl Onyx Nakamaru]

Zephèl listened to the boy he closed his eyes thinking about what he said. It was true he was badly beaten and nearly died a few times like when his eye was injured. He had lost much blood than and had needed a transfusion. Maybe the boy was right at least partially. He wasn't proud of his scars or that he had survived. But as he said it could be much worse. "You may have a point a small one but a point non the less." When he showed him his scar he opened his mouth slightly in a silent oh. Now he understood. This boy possibly came from an abusive home as himself. At the thought he felt a sort of kinship with the guy. "I guess everyone has different ways of looking at things."

It was right than that he remembered what the guy said a few moments before about coming to see how he treated his pokemon. "Well you have no worries after being abused most my life I would never harm another the way I was the first nine years of my life. No I wish to make a Pokemon Sanctuary where all pokemon wild, abused, abandoned, what ever can come here and have a safe haven away from all the anger and hate and have a good life. I'm not just a breeder. Though I do hope to learn about breeding at some point in the near future it could come in handy."

Ruby noticed Zephèl seemed to be getting less tense and relaxing a bit with the stranger. So she took a deep breath and rolled her shoulder and let go of Jasmine. "Ok, my trainer seems to maybe not trust your trainer but at least he doesn't seem scared or stressed or anything any more."

Jasmine squealed a little in excitement when Ruby let her go. She padded towards the Quilava again and smiled. She leaned forward to where she touched the flames and laughed. [i"It kind of tickles and it's warm but it doesn't burn at all." She smiled and stepped back.

[Script Fear]

Script nodded thoughtfully. He rather liked the idea of a pokemon sanctuary. Had he not loved traveling so much he may have made a place like that himself. He was beginning to like this odd kid; which was saying a lot considering he detested most people.
"Maybe if i come across any more said pokemon i'll point them in your direction." He offered, honestly a little hopeful at the thought. Not all pokemon he took from bad trainers wanted to return to the wild, to tamed to do so. But he already had a full party himself plus two in his PC he had to switch out often. Five of which were such cases. He didn't have the room or time to rehabilitate any more pokemon as it was. At least not until he settled down somewhere which he doubted would be any time soon.
"That sounds like a very good goal." He was a little shocked to find himself complementing the kid, it was so unlike him he was a little concerned.
"They call me Script, nice to meet you." He asked, offering his hand politely. Shaking hands has more of an old habit than a conscious decision, but he simply smiled instead of correcting it.

"See? Harmless." Quilava chuckled once more, nudging Jasmine softly with his nose in a friendly gesture.

[Zephèl Onyx Nakamaru]

Things may have been a bit tense at first but he was quickly warming up to this guy. He was a good guy. Only had the best in mind for pokemon same as him. "That would be great I could take care of them until they are either ready to return to the wild or I can find a new home for them where they won't be mistreated. Where the person who takes them will be loved and cared for, for the rest of their lives." Bending down he picked his pokemon back up not even noticing the friendship quickly forming between the Budew and the fire type. "I was just about to make something to eat for my pokemon would you like to join us? I can make something for you and your Quilava as well. Your Quilava should like the food I have made for Ruby since she's a fire type."

With that Zephèl headed up to the porch. When he reached his front door he opened it than stopped to see if Script would fallow. "Nice to meet you Script... Forgive me if I'm being rude but that name it is a pseudonymous is it not?"

Before Jasmine or Ruby could reply their trainer picked them up and walked toward the house.

[Script Fear]

Script hesitated for a moment, unused to such an offer. Honestly he hadn't eaten anything for the last few days. Rather saving the food for his pokemon instead. It was very tempting. Noticing his trainer's hesitation Quilava barked and lightly pushed Script's leg in the direction of the house, not wanting to leave just yet. Sure script's other pokemon were fun to chill with, but quilava enjoyed new pokemon as well.
Taking the hint Script nodded and ducked under the fence, following Zephel.
"Sure, thank you." When the kid asked if his name was a pseudonymous he smirked, amusement clear in his eyes.

"Indeed it is, I cast off my real name years ago." He answered simply. Honestly if he hadn't had his real name sewn into the inside of his collar he probably would of forgotten it by now. He remembered his mother's old saying; A Pidgeot's talons are dangerous weapons, but they aren't used to harm others, they are there to protect loved ones. She used to always tell him that. Though he still didn't quite get the point of it. Talon, what a silly name.
"Mind if some of my pokemon stretch their legs in your yard?" He asked as he reached Zephel at the door. He liked to let his pokemon out at least once an hour, it couldn't be great being stuck in a pokeball for too long.

[Zephèl Onyx Nakamaru]

"No problem at all I don't mind." As he entered the house he set his pokemon on the floor. Than walked over to the cupboard he grabbed three pokemon bowls and grabbed two large plastic containers. Zephèl than filled each of them with food. Setting them down he walked over to his fridge. "The food was made fresh last night so I'm sure your pokemon will enjoy it. What would you like to eat? I can heat up some home made soup and through a loaf of my home made bread in the oven to warm up. Or I can make something else. You name it and if I have the ingredient's I'll make it."

Jasmine grabbed a piece of her food and bit into it smiling. "Eat up it's really good. Zephèl is an awesome cook."[/b]

Ruby dug into her food eating every last piece in a matter of minutes. After the work out she was tired and hungry. Once she finished she curled up in the bed she and Jasmine often shared when Zephèl was doing work in the kitchen and drifted off to sleep.