"Look?" Kuro chirped, wings fluttering as he hopped back and forth along Vitra's shoulder, too keyed up to really sit still and pay attention to what he was being told. He paused as the paper-square in front of him was shaken by his trainer, blinking at it for a moment before darting his head forward to poke at it with his beak.
"No!" made him pause and peer at Vitra again, finally taking in- most of what she was saying. "Look for him. Find him. Come back and tell us. Understand?" his trainer explained, and Kuro chirped again.
"Okay!" He took off, soaring high and scanning the area around him and Vitra, who was waiting below, but he didn't see anyone that looked like the person in the paper-square. Dropping back toward his trainer, he hovered in front of her, feathers ruffling. "Don't see anyone. Look more?" he asked; she pointed a finger toward the forest and the little Starly turned his head in that direction. "Okay!" he sang, and took off. "I'll look there!"
Storm had a nice time living at the professor's lab, there were plenty of things to explore around there and other pokemon to meet. When his former owner had stopped flying his planes and had decided to sell him to avoid him getting bored and restless, this was not the worst he could have gotten instead. The rufflet had met his new owner once and wasn't sure what he thought of her, other than she definitely wasn't as fun as his old one. He had spent more time meeting her pokemon and had had a new "adventure" with one of them which had been exciting, although she had been a bit protective afterwards.
Now he was sitting in a tree and watched one of the results of that adventure, the young starly who was chatting with his new trainer and looking like he was about to set out for an adventure. Storm waited until Kuro took off and then dropped from his branch and started the chase. "Hey Kiddo!" He called as he had caught up and he made a loop around the starly with a grin. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"
Kuro hadn't expected company, and he spun midair to blink at the Rufflet who followed, eyes narrowing for a moment before widening. He knew this Rufflet! "You're Storm!" he sang, wings beating faster as he hovered as best he could. "I'm looking for someone," he continued, chest puffing with self-importance at the task set him by his trainer. "My trainer told me to find them because they're lost. Do you want to come with me?" His eyes shone with excitement at having someone else with him, offering their help and their company so he wouldn't be on his own. "I'm sure we can find him faster if we look together!"
Storm looked puzzled as the young starly really had to think about who he was, when he got recognized he laughed heartily. "Right I am! Don't say you have already forgotten about me?! I was one part in creating you and helped your mother raise you," he teased, truth to be told Astraea, the staravia mother had done most of it while Storm had more just played with the hatchlings when they had been old enough for that. He had quickly grown bored nesting and feeding the chicks had only been fun for a while, Astraea hadn't really been happy to see him around after that. Storm really like this chick though, this starly seemed to have taken after him and he loved having someone to go on adventures with.
"You bet I will! I have searched for many things throughout my life, so it should be easy," Storm said cheerfully and then glanced between Kuro and the way they were flying. "Was this boy last seen in this direction?" He asked and added quickly, "Do you know how to search for people? Have you been told how we can see it is him, when we find him?" He dodged a branch sticking out from a tree and glanced at his kid, to see what the young starly knew.
Kuro blinked at the Rufflet, a pinch of guilt over the truth that he hadn't recognized him right away momentarily dampening his cheerful nature. "I'm sorry," he apologized, and piped up to continue, "But I did realize it was you, right? I just- I've seen a lot since I was adopted. Of course I know you." He fluttered along just slightly behind Storm, keeping up with the Rufflet but content to follow instead of lead, considering the other's older age and greater knowledge and experience with the world.
"Great! My trainer said they might be along this path. I don't know anything about looking for people, but I know what he looks like. She showed me a paper that had him on it. I hope we find him soon." Worry edge the young Starly's voice now, and he dipped closer to the ground, below the trees, so that he wouldn't miss any chance of spotting the boy. "Do you know how to search for people? Have you ever found people before?" he asked, curious and hoping for a story about such a time.
"Don't be, I'm just teasing you," Storm informed casually, it didn't matter to him and he was much more interested in having Kuro back at his energetic adventurous self than feeling down over something as little as a forgotten name. Storm glanced back and smiled warmly to the young one, and then had to dodge a branch that suddenly appeared in front of him. He focused a bit more on where he was actually flying.
"Yeah, humans like those flat things for some reason," Storm answered clearly not seeing any useful in paper, "but good you know what to look for, but we'll see better from higher up, come one!" He urged and flapped hard to get well above the tree tops. Up there he waited for Kuro to join him. "The human I lived with before had a thing he called a plane, which could make him fly. He sometimes searched for stuff, although not really people, unless for fun or training," Storm explained enjoying the view. "Hey look, isn't that your trainer?" He called and gestured towards a human from the direction they had come from. Storm wondered if the human could see them, he knew he often could see longer than humans but not how much. "Do you like being with her? What is all the things you have seen since we parted ways?" The rufflet asked curiously and began circle slowly around himself as he looked in different directions.
When Kuro had finished telling, or asked him what he would do, he would explain. "When looking for someone or something, it is usually easiest from up here where you can see really far. Now your trainer told you he probably was along the path down there, otherwise it would be best to circle around to cover a big area. Now the hardest part will be if he is visible from up here, or if the trees gives him cover, so we might need to dive down below the tree tops," Storm said thoughtful and made a fun jerking movement out of pure enjoyment of flying.
Kuro gave a quiet laugh as Storm assured him he'd just been teasing, the momentary somberness brightening again. "Oh! Okay. I got it now." He chirped once, adjusted his flight as Storm ducked to avoid the branch and then slid back to be wingtip to wingtip to the older bird. And then, when Storm headed higher, crashing through the leaves overhead, he followed, bursting into the bright sun and stretching out his wings to absorb as much of the warmth as he could. "Oh, this is much better! I can see so far!"
The young Starly listened, enthralled, at the explanation of Storm's former trainer. He had no idea what a plane was, but it sounded exciting. Something that helped people to fly like a bird? But he was distracted from sking any more questions, glancing back at the Rufflet's query, his tail feathers bobbing up and down as he replied. "Yeah it is! She looks like she's waiting. Maybe we should hurry? I wonder where this human is..." His gaze scanned the ground far below, looking for any people who matched the paper he'd been shown.
"Yeah!" he replied, chipper as ever, feathers fluffing in his joy. "I've even fought some! But I'm not very good yet. I hope to get better if we do more training. We've been all along the path here and she's catching a lot. And she's so good, and so excited, I'm so glad she picked me." He watched Storm wiggle and squeaked laughter- his gaze was caught by an empty space in the trees ahead and he zipped toward it, calling back to the Rufflet. "Look! Maybe we can see him from here!"
Storm nodded, better not wait too long with the search, something could have happened. He had taken it a bit more lightly because Kuro had been so cheerful all the time and he then hadn't expected it to be something serious, but who knew? Perhaps something could have happened to the human they were looking for.
Storm could only smile as Kuro eagerly told about his new trainer, it was good to hear he had found a good place to stay. Astraea, his mother, would be happy to hear that and Storm reminded himself he should go visit her to tell her, at some point. "If you are hanging in, I'm sure you will learn and be great in battles soon," Storm said encouragingly he, he himself hadn't battled much either but he got a feeling he would get his share with his new trainer, whenever he saw her again. "Is it good she is catching a lot of pokemon?" He then added a bit puzzled not seeing what difference that made. Granted it was fun meeting all the pokemon at the Lab where he was living now, but he had no idea whom was Lei's and who wasn't, and he would never be able to keep track of all of them.
Storm's attention was immediately snapped to where Kuro pointed and he raced after the starly and they quickly reached the clearing. It was empty. "I can't see anyone here, perhaps we need to follow the road and see if he is along it," Storm said thoughtful but paused when he noticed something. "Hey Kuro? Did that paper you say say anything about the color of the funny thing humans wear? Clothes they call it," He asked and pointed at a little scrap of orange fabric which was stuck in a bush at the side. "If it is from him perhaps he has left the road.." Storm said slowly and looked questioningly at Kuro.
Happiness glittered in the young Starly's eyes at his father-bird's assurance, and he puffed up once more as he flew along. "Well, I think so?" he replied, eyes narrowing in consideration at the thought. "It makes her happy, so it must be good, right? And she's very good at it!" It made sense to him, and he hoped he was explaining it well enough to Storm, so he would understand like Kuro did.
But that was all the talk he could spare for his trainer, and the two dove for the clearing, bright eyes scanning the grassy open space- to find nothing. Momentarily discouraged, Kuro settled on a branch, tucking his wings to his sides and watching as Storm fluttered over to a bush at the edge of the clearing, pointing out the scrap of orange fabric clinging to a twig. Thinking back, Kuro tried to remember what he'd seen from the paper Vitra had shown him.
"I think it was... red?" he guessed, and fluttered lower, turning his head to peer closely at the shred of clothing. "Or maybe it was orange? Oh, no, I can't remember! Do you really think he left the road? We should follow!" Pausing just long enough to pluck the bit of fabric from the bush, Kuro set off again, skimming past trees and keeping a sharp eye out- dimly, ahead, he heard a voice yelling, and he cast a look back at Storm to see if the Rufflet had heard it too.
Storm found it a bit weird that humans could be happy about catching a lot of wild pokemon, what if the wild pokemon didn't want to join them? His old human had only had him but his new one certainly did the same as many other trainers, and he expected that the reason he hadn't been out with his trainer yet was since she had so many. Hopefully neither he or Kuro would be forgotten in the crowd, he had met pokemon who seemed like they had been abandoned at the lab and he would hate such fate.
Storm hovered in the middle as he tried to see though the trees for more clues, while Kuro landed on a branch, he seemed uncertain if the cloth could be a clue or not. The rufflet quietly thought to himself that the human's paper hand't been as useful after all. He scanned the clearing and when he deemed it safe it plopped down on the ground and folded in his wings, before he trotted over to take a closer look. It didn't tell him much other than what he had already noted, it was a piece of orange fabric which could easily be from some clothes.
Kuro suggested they should go in that direction and then snatched the fabric right in front of Storm and flew off with it. Storm flapped hard to catch up but Kuro reached the place from where the calling came from well before he did, the starly might be young but he certainly had both speed and agility hidden under those feathers!
He didn't say it aloud, but by the time the two reached the place where the yelling was coming from, Kuro's wings were tired. Too much flying- and a little too much showing off, probably- and he was happy to settle on a branch and rest while he took in the scene below, the bright scrap of clothing held in his beak as he peered at the chaos below and then blinked at Storm. The boy, who wore an orange shirt as orange as the loose strip of fabric, was seated on the ground, clutching one of his legs in both hands.
The yelling wasn't coming from him, but rather from three Pokemon who were squabbling amongst themselves. One of them was familiar, and for a moment he wondered what Midori was doing here, instead of with Vitra, when he realized it wasn't Vitra's Bulbasaur at all- but another one that looked very similar. Hopping along the branch, growing more excited with every moment at the thought of having found the person he was supposed to, Kuro finally piped up to ask Storm, "What do we do now? Why are they fighting?"
Storm didn't notice that his little friend was getting tired, it wasn't really his strong side to pay close attention to others and their well being. He stayed airborne flapping beside Kuro and was just as dumbfounded as his son, this was not what he had expected to find. He looked worried at the boy who clearly was in pain but as bird with wings it was limited what they could do. Had they been big and strong they could have carried the boy home but that was not an option. Storm eyed the arguing pokemon, they weren't of much help either.
The rufflet was quiet a few moments before he answered Kuro's questions. "I have no idea, is that the boy we are looking for?" he counter asked and looked questioningly at Kuro. In the end it didn't matter that much, they needed to help him, somehow.
"I'll see if I can get some useful out of those three," Storm said and landed beside the three who paused to look at him. "What's going on?!" he demanded to know and the blue pokemon with a shell on its back pointed at the green one with a bulb. "It's his fault! He ran off and when the boy followed he fell!" The squirtle rambled and the bulbasaur turned with a pout. "No it's not! You were the one who didn't play nice and made his rattata run away, I just followed!" The bulbasuar protested. "I'm not a part of it, it's their fault!" The charmander interrupted eagerly to inform Storm of his innocence but quickly got drown out by the two other starters beginning to shout at each other.
"Quiet!" Storm snapped when he got tired at listening to them, and the squabbling died out. "I don't care who did what and whose fault it was! We have a kid who is injured and needs our help but instead you just stand here and shouting and being useless!" Storm scolded, he had lost his patience with these young ones. There was a reason he had left most of the work to Astraea. Tears welled in their eyes. "But... but I didn't do anything," the charmander whimpered in a last effort to get off the hook but it didn't help. "Exactly, you didn't do anything, neither of you did. And in the meantime the kid has been crying and in pain. You should have tried to help him or find someone else who could help," Storm continued and fluffed out his feathers, making the young starters shrink away from him. "Now, are you ready to actually help here, or do you want to continue this nonsense?" the rufflet asked a bit more calmly and the three nodded subdued. Storm looked around to find out where Kuro was and how they could help the boy, he noticed a rattata had come sneaking and was pressing itself consoling up against the boy.
Kuro was never happier to have Storm around than right then, as the Rufflet offered his assistance in quieting the squabbling pokemon; the three, falling silent nearly simultaneously, looked over at the older bird type. Kuro stayed where he was for a moment more, looking down at the group before fluttering to join them. He listened as the three explained their versions of what had happened, and he noticed the Rattata creeping back to its trainer's side after a moment.
The worst of the arguing seemed to be over- now came the problem of figuring out what to do to help the young human. Kuro blinked between each of the starters and then at Storm, waiting for one of them to speak up. Aside from continuous fidgeting, however, nothing seemed to be forthcoming and Kuro was the one to pipe up in the end. "I can fly back and let them know?" he offered, and lifted a foot to show the scrap of cloth he still held. "And my trainer can find someone who can help him."
He glanced between the three starters again and then hopped to Storm's side. "I'll be quick! Will you be okay here- or maybe you should go and I can stay?"
Storm had thought about fetching help as well but he had been hesitant about leaving the boy with those useless pokemon, he thought Koru's suggestion was perfect. Had he been aware of his son's exhaustion he would probably have been more hesitant though. "That'd be great! It is your trainer after all, so I'm not sure she will follow me if she is waiting for you," Storm pointed out and gestured with a wing to Kuro that he could go as he turned to look at the human. He couldn't do much for the kid but he wanted to try calm him down and knew that distractions sometimes helped with that.
After a moments hesitation the charmander suddenly spoke up. "Wait, wait for me! I wanna help too! I can be really fast!" It shouted as it raced after Kuro and did its best to keep up on the ground. Storm glanced at it but then decided Kuro could handle that, probably.
The kid had tears streaming down his face but otherwise he looked rather calm, Storm walked over to him and jumped up on the boy's good knee, making him wince when his claws pressed against his skin. the boy looked uncertain at him and the rufflet tilted his head and blinked kindly, the boy was less focused on his pain, although it clearly still hurt. Storm looked at the other three pokemon around him. "Are you all owned by this boy or what are you doing here?" The rufflet asked curiously, it was quite a team the boy had and Storm thought that was usually more older trainers who had that.
Storm’s agreement was what Kuro was waiting for, and with a quick breath the little Starly spread his wings and took off again. He knew where he was going now and he could fly straight there, as fast as he could go, and then rest while Vitra decided what to do once he got to her. The call from behind, however, brought him up short and he landed on a rock, head tipping a little as he blinked at the Charmander racing to catch up. “Are you sure?” he asked, giving a quick little hop toward the orange fire-lizard. -- Storm’s question earned him a second of silence and a round of blinks before the Bulbasaur gave a sniff. “He’s not my trainer. I think he’s well suited for Squirtle, though. They’re both thick in the head.” He openly sneered at the water-type and the Rattata who squeaked an outraged denial of the insult, curling closer to the young boy.
“He’s my trainer,” the small rat replied in the second of silence before the Squirtle burst out, “You take that back!” and launched itself at the Bulbasaur. A countered tackle sent the water-type over on its back, flailing wildly and furiously at its inability to right itsself again- and the Bulbasaur made no attempt to smother its laughter at the Squirtle’s dilemma. “All shell and no brain, see?” it added, glancing back at Storm.