Confusion is a Pain [Elliot]

[elliot]

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[drake]

The Marshtomp springing to her feet practically mirrored the excitement Drake could sense coming off of the boy in waves. Young, happy trainers were something Drake truly loved to see – it gave him the sense that the next generation was promising in more than just their potential for battle if they made it all the way through the other members of the Elite Four to challenge him. Positive attitudes and generally good-natured personalities only added to that. It takes more ta bein’ a leader of a rising group than jus’ skill… the dragon master thought, re-pocketing his hand as Elliot stood.

Though a frown didn’t crease Drake’s brow at Elliot’s words, he half-wished he hadn’t mentioned anything about the way things used to be. The boy before him couldn’t be any more than a teenager, yet he had already experienced enough of the war to wish for the fighting to stop. The brief thought flashed through Drake’s mind that perhaps Elliot had fought in a war battle and was injured in that manner. However, something didn’t seem to add up in Drake’s mind, so he brushed the thought aside.

”Jus’ follow me.” Drake told him with a half-smile. Leaving the side of the table, Drake stopped in the middle of the room before pulling out Themis’ pokeball again and releasing the Dragon, who remained crouched in the center of the grand entry hall. ”What trainers don’t see when they step ‘n here is that.” he pointed upwards, to a larger-than-pokemon-sized hole in the wall, practically against the ceiling a good number of feet above their heads. ”Easy access all th’way to tha Champion’s room.”

He turned, grinning a bit. ”Between you an’ me, the four flights o’ stairs between here and me battle room are a royal pain t’walk up and down, so I like ta cheat a bit.” He gestured towards the Salamence. ”Take a seat on ‘er back.”

[elliot]

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[drake]

Elliot followed Drake swiftly enough and found himself mounted upon the Salamence’s back quickly, clearly eager to see the room where his father had once battled. A smirk appeared beneath Drake’s moustache and he waited until the younger man was settled before taking his spot upon Themis’ back, sitting sideways with his better leg pulled up upon the dragon’s back, tucked against his chest with his arm positioned to keep it there. ”A’right, lass, take us up.”

Her spiked head tilted some in a nod and she positioned herself to take off. ”Don’ worry about fallin’,” Drake murmured to Elliot. ”…though it may feel like yer unbalanced, there be no way to fall off’a Themis.” The dragon wiggled slightly before jumping into the air, her stocky, muscular body allowing her to do so with the two passengers on her back. Her wings thrust downward and they climbed through the air and into the passage high above the entrance hall.

Darkness closed around them as they flew through the tunnel, the beating of Themis’ wings and her breathing the only things they could hear. They were ascending as well, to match the first flight of stairs’ ascent to Sidney’s room. They flew over it briefly before ascending through the passage to Phoebe and Glacia’s rooms as well, the domains set to be how their owners desired. Finally, they came out into Drake’s room.

He had left the lights on from earlier in that day, so the ragged, uneven terrain was visible instantly. It looked like the side of a mountain had combined with a gorge – giving the pokemon battling within it an environment to work with, water included. Themis descended easily to the middle of the battle room before landing, waiting for her passengers to dismount.

”After ye, Elliot…” Drake said with a small smile.

[elliot]

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[drake]

Drake stepped off Themis' back soon after Elliot did, returning the beautiful dragon to her pokeball. "This be tha room," Drake said, stating the obvious before putting his hands into the pockets on his coat. "...where yer father and I battled." Looking around for a moment, Drake attempted to remember what positions each opposing party had taken for the battle. In Drake's room, there were no set squares for a trainer to stand in like there was for a traditional arena. Trainers could move about as they pleased to keep an eye on their pokemon.

"He spent most of his time standin' thar..." Drake pointed to a slightly raised portion of the terrain. Terran had taken to standing atop that for a better view of the battle. "But when I forced 'im into a corner, so ta speak, he moved to where we're standin' now -- water's edge."

Turning, Drake gestured to Elliot before moving forward slowly to the side of one of the larger raised, rocky fixtures. Raising his arm to point at a crack in the wall that was successfully hidden from view otherwise, Drake grinned somewhat. "Tha's the physical memory o' tha battle. Tore me room up with a bleedin' Earthquake." He chuckled some before it subsided to coughing in his sleeve.

[elliot]

Mar 2, 2012 16:43:56 GMT -5 @elliot said:

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[drake]

Drake’s eyes were locked upon Elliot’s expression beneath the brim of his sailor’s hat. A small smile brought light to the Dragon Tamer’s aged face. Seeing the smile on the boy’s face was something that filled him with a sense of happiness. Something about seeing positive emotions in the younger generations was something he always enjoyed. It was as though it gave him a sense of hope. Even now with a war going on, seeing Elliot’s smile brought a bit of a highlight streaking through Drake’s day.

”Earthquake be a useful an’ powerful move.” Drake admitted, nodding slightly as he crossed his arms, leaning back slightly against one of the raised earthen pillars of rock behind him. ”Yer little Marshtomp’ll have it in no time a’ all. ‘specially once she be a Swampert. They’re tricky devils to fight.” Drake chuckled a bit before falling slightly serious. ”Don’ tell me ye’ve been fightin’ on tha front lines, Elliot.” Drake’s gaze was serious. ”Nor that ye’ve been plannin’ on fightin’ there neither.”

[elliot]

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[drake]

It relieved Drake slightly to hear that Elliot wasn’t fighting on the front lines. Seeing someone younger than the age of eighteen fighting for either Lux or Nox was something that Drake detested. It was running the senseless risk of having a young, valuable life lost before it could even begin to tap into the boundless potential that their lives held. The choices that they would have been unable to make if they died fighting in this war, coupled with all of the unexplored aspects there were to life was a saddening thought to Drake.

Hell, anythin’ is a saddenin’ thought in this war. Drake mused silently, his dark eyes narrowing slightly at the knowledge, the brim of his hat tipping town to hide his gaze from Elliot lest the young man look up to Drake just then. He wiped the expression from his face and reverted it to a somewhat stern, though mildly concerned one as he looked back to Elliot, the boy speaking, and voicing concern for his safety as well.

A rough laugh barked from Drake’s throat in response to Elliot’s words, and an ancient grin split the lips on the old sailor’s mouth, pulling them back over his teeth. ”Nice t’hear ye think so highly of me, Elliot…” Drake rumbled, turning his face to the side slightly as a fit of his coughing took over. He muffled it with his arm until it subsided and he looked back at the young man. ”…but the front lines o’ the war are a bit far for me t’go.” He shook his head slightly and shoved his hands in his pockets. ”Stayin’ here in Ever Grande an’ makin’ sure it’s safe is more than enough for me. I doubt anythin’ will get me outta this City. Besides,” he let a gruff laugh escape him. ”With this leg, I ain’t goin’ anywhere on the battlefield quickly.”

[elliot]

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[drake]

Drake’s smile quirked slightly with amusement when Elliot asked what he would do if Ever Grande was attacked. That was quite something to think of. He couldn’t imagine it being attacked, seeing as it was practically Lux headquarters for the region, just like any home of the Elite Four and League for all regions. Pulling at his moustache slightly in thought, he took a moment to imagine his city being attacked. There really wasn’t much to attack now that he thought about it. Although there were a few citizens that lived at the south end of it, most of the island of Ever Grande was Victory Road. Aside from that, there was the League Building. A direct attack to be launched at that would be foolish.

Unless properly prepared.

Blinking in surprise as his room shook, Drake turned to see Elliot’s Marshtomp moving about. Was it practicing something? If anything, that felt like a Magnitude that a Numel or Camerupt would know. However, he figured it was attempting to master Earthquake. ”Well, Elliot…” he murmured, having thought about it. ”I figure I’ll be fine if Ever Grande is ever attacked. I’d be defendin’. Wouldn’t need t’run anywhere fast. If I ever needed t’escape, I’d rely on Themis. Walkin’ or runnin’ wouldn’t do me much good even if t’were my main method o’ escape.”

[elliot]

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[drake]

As Elliot spoke, Drake raised a hand to his chin and kept his jaw cupped in the curve of his palm, thinking. He didn't like the idea of Elliot going 'home', wherever that was, alone. At least not at night where it was dark. At a time like this, given the fact that the ice-type pokemon had barely made it over Victory Road, it would be gone sooner rather than later. It was a miracle that Elliot had even made it across the large expanse of ocean that was between Ever Grande and the rest of Hoenn's mainland.

"I don' completely approve of ye attemptin' t'cross the ocean at night." he sighed a bit, putting his hands in his pockets. "Given yer near-miss over Vict'ry Road, 'm amazed ye even made it all the way to Ever Grande in th' first place." Drake grinned a bit and pat Elliot on the shoulder friendly enough.

"Tell ye what: if ye use a phone here t'call yer home, you can do that. There be some spare beds upstairs fer the people that train in Vict'ry Road. Ye' can stay here till mornin' "