"Yes!" The charmander answered confidently and trotted off in a random direction, "I'm the fastest of all my siblings!" it boasted as it waddled off. "What are you waiting for, we should hurry right?" it called back and as it looked over its shoulder it turned a bit off to the right. It didn't noticed and just continued in the new direction as it looked forward again. This might be a challenge.
Storm sighed at the bulbasaur's comment, this was going to be a challenge to solve this problem. Hopefully Kuro would be back soon and then his trainer could handle the rest. He glanced down at the rattata and smiled to him, but then the two starters began arguing again and Storm looked at them with disdain, he shook his head as the bulbasaur tried to get him to agree that the squirtle was thick headed and ignored the question. "So if you are not his pokemon, then what are you doing here?" He asked and looked at the two squabbling pokemon, if they were not able to answer him, he would look questioningly at the rattata.
Fast was good, and as the Charmander started off again Kuro fluttered into the air to follow him. He hesitated as the fire pokemon changed direction, heading a little off the path Kuro was sure was the right one. “Wait!” he called, flapping to catch up. “That’s not right. I’m pretty sure it’s this way.” He landed on a branch along the way they’d come and looked back to see if the Charmander was following, shifting from foot to foot in his anxiety to make it back to his trainer as quickly as he could. -- The Ratatta beamed back at Storm, glad that someone here was taking charge- or at least trying to. The bickering water and grass starters were no help at all, and the little rodent-type knew its trainer was still in pain. It would have gone for help, if it knew where to go, but this area was strange to it.
“Dunno,” the Bulbasaur replied with a roll of its squat shoulders, still leering at the Squirtle. “He was carrying us, and he kept trying to tell us to go look for something. I couldn’t hear him over Shells-for-Brains and the Charmander; the only thing bright about that one is that tail flame.”
“He was telling us to find help!” the Squirtle broke in, finally managing to turn itself over with a furious kick, and it got back to its feet with a glare at the Bulbasaur. “Which I was trying to do, and you’d have known that if you stopped thinking about yourself for two seconds. It’s a wonder your head’s not any bigger than it is already. I bet no trainer ever picks you.”
“Who says I want a trainer?” the Bulbasaur retorted, not passing up an opportunity to pin the young boy with a glare before turning back to Storm. “What are you doing here, anyway? You and that other one?” It glanced in the direction the Starly and Charmander had gone, but they were out of sight by now.
As Kuro called out Charmander slowed a bit and looked uncertain around, before it steeled itself and shook its head. "No! I'm special since I'm a starter, Mom says that!" It declared and trotted on although it did change direction casually to be more in the way Kuro had pointed out. "I'm bred to be real good and mom says when I get myself a trainer I will be the leader of those and I will be a role model," it continued although it didn't sound like it was bragging, just repeating what it had been told. It glanced at Kuro and once more turned a bit in the way its head pointed without it noticing. "What are you? A leader or a follower?" It asked curious.
Storm glanced at the rattata when the thing about searching for something got mentioned, perhaps the rodent knew something, although for now it stayed silent and just watched. The rufflet turned his attention back to the bickering pair. "Looking for you I presume. Kuro knows more about it than I do, I just tagged along, but you were supposed to be somewhere by now," he explained and tilted his head at the bulbasaur. "You don't want a trainer? Are you a wild pokemon then? But then what are you doing here?" He asked confused, he hadn't seen pokemon like those two in the wild while pokemon like the rattata was all over the place. "What about you?" he asked the squirtle, did it think the same?
Maybe the Charmander was right? It seemed so sure, and after another moment of hesitation- and a tad comforted as the orange pokemon adjusted its path a bit toward the one he’d indicated- Kuro fluttered after the fire-type starter, catching up to the Charmander and following it. He listened as it explained its plans for when it got a trainer, interested by the fact that it seemed to have planned its future so extensively already.
“Well- I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it, really. I suppose I’m a follower, though, since I’m supposed to follow what my trainer says. Does that count?” Flapping a short distance ahead, Kuro settled on a branch to give his wings a little rest while the Charmander caught up, peering upside-down at the fire-type as it trotted along. -- The Rufflet’s question seemed to make the Bulbasaur realize, of a sudden, that nothing was actually stopping it from taking off. “You’re right!” it exclaimed. “I don’t have to stay here. So long!” And it turned, making a dedicated attempt to make its getaway- only to be stopped by a frantic wail that preceded the flash of a recall into its pokeball. The Ratatta squirmed and whined, nuzzling its trainer and wishing it could do more.
The Squirtle rolled its eyes, but the Bulbasaur’s disappearance seemed to calm it and it plopped itself down, relaxing now that the antagonistic grass-type wasn’t in sight. “We’re supposed to have trainers. That’s why we were being taken by him. I think?” Brown eyes glanced across to the Ratatta, who gave a tiny nod.
“Yeah. But now he’s hurt and I don’t know where to go. Do you know the way?” the water-type asked Storm, gazing up at him.
Charmander trotted confidently on, although it changed directions a bit every time it glanced back at Kuro so it wasn't much walking in the direction the starly had pointed out first as the right one. It was pure luck that they weren't going in circles! It veered a bit more to the left as it glanced at Kuro, it looked uncertain on what to answer but a leader could not be in doubt, they were supposed to be trustworthy. "No..." it said hesitantly and then with more confidence, "No, the leader of the pokemon also does what the trainer says." It looked a bit confused to how you were going to lead if there were another leader it had to obey, it didn't know the term second-in-command could be a thing. It chose to ignore it for now. "So are you a Starter and leading the team?" It asked and then sent Kuro a look that was a mix of excitement and a little bit of fear, "or are you one of those.. wild pokemon?" It held its breath as it waited for Kuro's answer.
Not long after would they reach the path Kuro and Storm had followed in the beginning. They certainly hadn't followed the initial shortest route which Kuro had started on but at least they were somewhat on the right path anyway. That was until Charmander, after a bit of hesitation, declared they had to cross it and continue into the forest on the other side and began to do so.
Storm gaped when the bulbasaur decided to leave them and started when it suddenly disappeared in a red flash. It took him a few moments to collect himself. "Clearly not a wild pokemon," he commented dryly and blinked warmly to the boy before he jumped down from his knee. Storm nodded to the squirtle's explanation. "Perhaps he is just taking you to your new trainers," he said thoughtfully and then glanced at the pokeball containing the bulbasaur, "that one could give whoever gets it a bit of trouble though."
Storm gestured with a wing in the general direction of where Kuro and Charmander had disappeared. "Kuro should be able to find his trainer and his human can help the boy, so I think the best we can do is to wait here," he explained and looked at the youngster, "if we run around too much it just makes it harder for the one looking for us to find us."
"Let's try make it more comfortable for him while we wait, it can be cold to sit on the ground," Storm decided and looked around, "dry moss and leaves could probably work, and perhaps he will sit better with the back against a tree," he continued and gestured for the two others to help him as he trotted towards the nearest bush shrubbery to see if it hid anything useful. The rattata hesitated but then scampered after him after having patted his trainer reassuringly. "You really care about him, have you always been with him?" Storm asked the normal type warmly and he shook his head. "Yeah, I was really scared when I got caught from my home near the sea, but he is really nice and I like being with him," the rattata said and glanced back worried, clearly not liking his trainer being in pain. The rattata glanced at the squirtle, "I really hope you get a good trainer as well." Storm nodded solemnly, "there are many kinds, some better than other," he commented and thought of his current one he hadn't really seen.
True to his words, Kuro was far more comfortable following the Charmander than pushing to be out in front, hopping from branch to branch in an effort to rest his wings as much as possible while not letting the fire-type starter get too far ahead. He peeped understanding about the reply, because it made sense; pokemon followed the direction of their trainers, because their trainers were supposed to know what they were doing. It would never occur to the Starly to ignore Vitra, after all, and he'd watched even Midori, who was levels ahead of him in strength, waiting for Vitra to tell her what to do before making a move.
"No, no," he replied, fluttering to a solid branch and nearly tipping himself upside down to watch the Charmander as it waddled by below him. "I was adopted." He puffed out his chest feathers as he continued, "I was picked special. But I don't lead a team, I follow. My trainer's team leader is an Ivysaur. She's really strong." And nice, which was a good thing. "My trainer's picked up a lot of wild pokemon, though. Maybe you can meet some of them when we get back to her."
He and the Charmander reached the path just a moment later, where Kuro turned to head down it; when he looked back, though, it was to see the Charmander's tail vanish into the undergrowth on the other side of the path. He chirped in distress and turned back, calling out as he did so. "Wait! We're supposed to follow the path! That takes us to the town, and my trainer is there! It's this way, Charmander!" -- The Squirtle was happy enough to let the Rufflet give direction, and with a nod it scrambled to its feet and waddled off to gather leaves to help make a comfortable place to rest the boy’s ankle. “I hope I get a good trainer too,” he replied before glancing at the pokeball holding the Bulbasaur. “That one too. They could go far with the right sort of trainer, and it’ll keep them on their toes, but they’re strong.”
Padding back with his arms full of leaves, the Squirtle dropped them next to the boy, who’d moved himself to lean against a tree, watching as the three did what they could to help him until human help arrived, which would be hopefully soon. Pushing the leaves into a pile, the Squirtle was pleased to see the boy rested his ankle on it, and then he sat beside the boy again, staying close by while the Rattata and Storm kept on their own gathering trips.
Charmander frowned at Kuro's answer, trying to connect the dots and understand it. "What.. what is adopted?" It asked, it sounded a bit like what was going to happen to it although it had never heard it being called adoption. It had been told it was going to be picked specifically and be a leader of a new trainer's team, perhaps adoption was when you were getting picked but weren't going to be the leader? "What is an Ivysaur?"[/i] It then asked but noted that the quality of leadership which Kuro mentioned was strength, it very much wanted to meet a leader type as it honestly felt a bit worried about all the expectations which was put on its shoulders.
Charmander was getting well into the wilderness on the other side of the path when Kuro called out to it, and it hesitantly came back. It looked really confused since what was it going to do now? As a leader it had to make the decisions but what should it do if what it decided was wrong? "But, I'm the leader," was all the managed confused as it looked between the path they were supposed to take, and the direction it had chosen.
Storm glanced at the squirtle. "Me?" He said surprised, "I already have a trainer, although I don't know much about my current one," he admitted and fully agreed with the squirtle's assesment of the grass type. It was limited how much Storm could pick up and move by himself, his claws weren't really good for that kind of work and when Squirtle stopped the productivity went down fast as it was limited what Rattata could move in its mouth too. They stopped soon after and Storm hoped it was enough but at least the boy looked more comfortable now and there was little to do than wait. "So what kind of trainer do you hope for?" Storm asked the Squirtle, it must be a rather big thing if you knew you were going to start a new life with one.