The Burning [Backyard]

[Caramell 🍬]

The hot summer’s day brought about an unbearable touch to those that lived underneath its thumb. The heat rose up off the large granite and limestone in waves, wavering with ghostly tendrils that were visible to the naked eye if you looked at the right angle. The cantankerous old sort traversed through the steep incline while grumbling underneath their breath, sharp terracotta hued eyes searching through the dense grass for anything that proved to be of value. The organization was feigning for things to make upper management happy, and what better way was there than snagging a few interesting Pokemon who made their home around such lava-induced places?

They paused along the way with a hand raised to their forehead and wiped away a bead of sweat. This was ridiculous! The index seemed to keep climbing the further Caribes trudged, as though each step brought them personally closer to the sun itself. Even the skies offered no pity, their bright hues seemingly barren of puffy grey clouds that might promise at least a hint of rain. “I really should think these things through.” They grumbled underneath their breath, turning a sharp eyes suspiciously on the small bird that followed loyally at their heels.

Turkie chirped cheerfully as she raced through the tall grasses. She fanned the ends of her long wings in different directions to clear the long blades of grass out of her way. “What don’t you like about this adventure?!” The lavender feathered bird asked with a tilt of her head. It was an adventure she’d never before had with her trainer! Though the other Pokemon tried to give her warnings about their nature, Turkie had the innocent hope and belief that Caribes was simply misunderstood by her peers. “And I just love how warm the sun is against my back!” She chirped happily.

Vetril snickered, covering his face with his tail as he watched Turkie acting a plum fool in the wild grasses. She was a hatchling, unaccustomed to the ways of this harsh life. Better yet, Caribes’ sharp gaze seemed to spout flames from the corners of their eyes as they turned their firm gaze upon Turkie. “You hush up that nonsense right now! Before someone catches onto us, you hear me?!” They grumbled angrily underneath their breath and turned to shuffle through the grass once more in pursuit of whatever might exist out here. As long as it wasn’t some useless rodent or something. Which reminded them….Caribes would need to make their way to the opening of the Volcano where they could abandon one of their prisoners with ease, eventually.


OOC: ONLY TURKIE & VETRIL FOR THIS TEAM!

^{Words: 439 | Caribes - Teddy - Steven - Scissorhands - Turkie - Orla - Vetril}

[Rexman]

Despite the vegetation, summer in the backyard of the Spa was pretty brutal. The ambient temperature of the area was already high, but when you throw in the beating sunshine, it could be borderline unbearable. Hopefully, Caribes had a bottle of water on them. Relief from the unending sunshine was few and far between, the long grasses doing nothing to block or shield those who moved through this area.

Turkie's movements with her wings sent vibrations through the dense grassland, alerting Pokemon near and far to the presence of the travelers. The only question was if anything would come of that kind of alert.

After a few more mmoments, the grasses shifted and rustled, before a wild Pokemon popped out, tail wagging.
Almost as if....they wanted to play?

Level 1 Zigzagoon appears.
What will Caribes do?

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[Caramell 🍬]

Caribes tried to rationalize with themselves, though they felt like they were really just grasping at straws. Why were they here, truly? For an organization that insisted they build themselves from the ground up?! The water Caribes brought in their bag wasn’t doing them any favors, as even as their wrinkled hands yanked the tops off and gulped the liquids down greedily, it largely didn’t help anything. Without ice or some way to refrigerate the bottles, they were drinking arguably hot water and just making themselves even more miserable.

When something stirred through the grasses as Turkie danced around, Caribes paused and glared in the direction of the strange movement. Was it possibly something exotic like a Houndour or useful like a Turtonator?! They waited with their long, bony fingers hovering above their Pokémon's balls, only to groan in exasperation as one of the most mundane Pokémon seemingly crawled out of the woodworks to greet them. “You’re a little far away from Cherrygrove streets, rat.” Caribes snapped with a snide, snarky remark. “I don’t think you understand why this is a bad idea for you.”

Well. It wasn’t what their admin would want from the mission and Zigzagoon could easily evolve. That meant that it was simply too much of a risk to allow this little one to escape unscathed. They needed to teach it a lesson; perhaps, by defeating it and inviting it to join them for dinner. “Turkie you get out there and make yourself useful. Do you understand me?! Smack that racoon senseless or so help me, dancing will be the last thing you remember ever doing around me!” Such a foul, awful temper! Tsk, tsk. Truly.

Turkie huffed, folding her fans on her hips, and turned to Zigzagoon before rushing over to the other Pokémon in an attempt to smack it silly. “I swear, you need a good massage to work out all them kinks in your neck. You’re way too grouchy!” She chirped in a sharp trill. She was oblivious to the strains her trainer felt under the hot summer sun. Being something of a spirit or entity than a bird in her current state, it just didn’t hit her like it did others. Or maybe her spirit self was truly a Baile style on the inside? Who knows.


OOC: Sending out Turkie and using Pound. ^^

^{Words: 388 | Caribes - Teddy - Steven - Scissorhands - Turkie - Orla - Vetril}