[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

Post Battle Music:

Defeat

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"Winston. Come. Gotta do some cleanup. Open."  He fishes through his backpack for his water bottle and a swab as the growlithe pads over with an inquisitive look. Lowering himself to one knee, he deftly swabs out the inside of Winston's mouth. "Can't get you falling sick over residual snake venom can we?"

From the awkward position, Winston manages an muted whine. 'This is undignified'

"Stop complaining, you lug." Satisfied that he's cleared out the worst of it, he stuffs the expended swab into a ziplock bag, and slowly helps himself back to his feet with his cane.

The battle to hold an even tone is real as the flush of anger returns, crackling back into existence like a bonfire igniting.


"You. Kid. Self preservation's not a big thing with you huh? Notice snakes don't wear trousers? Good? Good." He gestures angrily at the torn pants leg in the nest. "Where do you think they got that? A PERSON! That's who."

He bites back further vitriol before it can emerge.

"You just got yourself jumped by a pair of Ekans by walking straight into their Arcaeus-damned nest. Alone. Without backup. Think about what would have happened if the Officer and the Doc hadn't shown up. Think."

Ball that anger. Let it go. It is his better part talking now. He exhales slowly.

Letting his shoulders slump, he glances back at Zentus and the officer. "Good call, Doc. Looks like we got here just in time."

Turning to the officer he offers a firm handshake. "Never caught your name, officer. Name's Vincent Lee. Thanks for your help."

Walking towards his Togepi, he scooped them up in his arms and petted its head. Crying weakly, Raphael stared at Ventus with a strain on its faces. Ventus wanly smiled, proud and impressed with what his Togepi accomplished. "You've done well, Raphael. You helped save a person's life today, even against long odds. Here," Ventus gave Raphael the Oran Berry he was saving for a treat. He watched his Togepi eat the berry with gusto, looking slightly less likely to kneel over after it was done. Yawning quietly, Raphael closed his eye and snuggled into Ventus' arm, feeling it was in the safest place in the world.


With a tired chuckle, Ventus brought out Togepi's pokeball and returned it. "Rest well, my angel. May you dream of clear open skies," Ventus said, beforestowing it away somewhere on his person. Turning towards the group, he saw Vincent chew Larry out for his rather blatantly stupid action. Approaching the group, he confronted Larry, and slapped him across the face. Hard. Hand stinging still, he croached down and gripped the young Trainer's shoulders, starring him dead in the eyes. "You damn fool. I consider myself an understanding person, but what you done today defies even my comprehension. As Vincent has said, THIS," Ventus waved his hand towards the grim article of cloathing, "is what happens to those that do not think before they do."

"I'll say what he didn't, however: You could have died. You, and your partner Oshawatt. Most likely would, if we are being realistic. Whether from poison or strangulation, both of you would have died." Shaking his head at the thought, he looked sadly at the boy. He hates what he saying to him, and he dispises what he's going to say next, but he has to. The kid has to learn the harsh truth of his action, if he has any hope of surviving in this world. "Your death would not be the end of your foolishness, though. How would your mother and father react, hearing that their young boy died. Or went missing, if the authorities never found a body. How would we feel, me and Vincent, if we didn't go off chasing you, and found out that you died? When you die, its not just you that get hurt. Your friends, family, peers, and the entire community would morn you, another soul lost to the wilds."

Ventus let Larry go and drew himself to his full height, looking down upon the young trainer."Do you understand? Know the consequence of your actions. If you can't or won't, perhaps being a Pokémon Trainer isn't what you are cut out for." Ventus finished speaking with Larry, and with a sigh, turned to face Vincent. Weakly smiling at him, he told him that he was going back to the Pokémon Center to heal everyone in his party up, and get some shut eye. "This day has been exhausting experience for the both of us, I can image. Let's head back into and get some rest, alright Vince?"