Post by Amaree on Sept 18, 2012 0:41:35 GMT -5
The hoothoot went down quite easily under this final barrage sent forth by Klinge, and before long she flopped to the ground, unconscious at last. Cameron looked up from the egg at this sudden lull in activity, and saw Klinge standing above his fainted opponent, looking quite pleased, if a little worse-for-wear himself. All was once again relatively peaceful in the forest, and for a moment the two of them just stood there, not sure what to do next. "Well...", Cameron finally spoke up. "Nice job. That was impressive. Oh! By the way, while you were fighting, the egg moved a little!" This bit of news might have seemed trivial to most, but it was the first glimmer of hope that they had of this egg hatching successfully in the near future. Amica would be overjoyed when he told her. For now, though, he would just let her rest.
Klinge offered him a small smile, although whether it was in response to his complement or the news wasn't entirely clear. <Hey, where are those two cowardly buggers that we were protecting in the first place? Have they gone and run off?>, the skarmory asked, seeming quite perturbed by this thought. Cameron shrugged, and gestured in the main trail's general direction. "It doesn't matter. Let's just keep going." The bird nodded, and they were about to set off back towards the trail when a slight motion caught Cameron's eye. Upon further inspection, he discovered that it was actually the nidoran from before, partially hidden under some loose leaves and trembling even more violently than before. The bellsprout, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. Cameron really wanted to continue towards the city, but ultimately, the sight was just too pitiable to ignore. With a sigh, the trainer walked over to the fearful creature, and crouched down next to him. Klinge trailed a little behind, not wanting to startle the nidoran with his imposing figure.
<Please be over... please be over..> This heart-wrenching plead was spoken in an eerily peaceful tone, although the speaker of these words looked less than calm. He was covering his eyes with his fore-paws, apparently too terrified by the recent battle to even allow himself to view the world around him. Well, this was quite the mess. "It's all over, alright? The hoothoot is gone, I promise. Do you...um...have a family to get back to? Friends? I can hardly just leave you here all by yourself.", Cameron spoke in one of the most awkward attempts at a gentle tone ever undertaken, the last bit being more of a spoken thought than words intended for the nidoran. He just didn't know how to fix this situation without completely destroying his conscience. Once more settling the egg on the ground (that thing was getting in the way quite a lot, although the promise of actual life inside of it lessened the irritation somewhat), he plopped himself down on the ground, sitting cross-leged in order to make himself as small as possible. He might not have very much experience with actually caring about people, but he knew enough about Pokémon psychology to know that such a gesture might help to ease the nidoran's fear.
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