[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

*The time before Beddy Bye*

Head tilted down in his lap, Ventus was grumbling to himself over being handled like an fussy baby. He's almost 27 years old, and here he was being forced to stay put by someone almost a decade his lesser, if not more! That, and his overprotective Arbok, which was currently laying by his side with one eye on the training ground and one on him. 'I didn't expect such a trait in Apsis, but I find it an honestly pleasant surprise. It gladdens my heart to find that my rearing produced such breathtaking results, even if I find them...wanting at the moment,' the researcher though, still very unpleased with his situation.
 
He almost didn't notice Shiva over his own simmering frustration, he managed to feel her concern just in time to put on a happy smile for her. She didn't say anything at first, Ventus patiently waited, knowing that everyone has their own pace they walk to.  When she did, he couldn't help let out a small peal of laughter at her remark. "That what I have been trying to tell Nathan and my Pokémon entourage, but they will hear none of it. My wounds pain me, I admit, but not to such an extent that I am unble move around without keeling over, or be prevent from setting up the tent. Perhaps I should inform everyone more about my experiences with dangerous Pokémon, as it might get people to stop fretting over when situation like this happen to me! I am the resident worrywart, and I don't like my job being enfringed upon, you know," he said, all with an semi-positive air about him.

Truth be told, he had no desire to tell them those stories, as he didn't want to worry them anymore about him. He still hasn't told Shiva his...background, so telling her even more perilous things about his life would be overkill on top of that! Her next statement caused him to briefly raise an eyebrow, but it soon went down as he heard the rest of what she had to say. That, and he didn't feel that she was trying to be humorous or cruel with her choice of words. "Uriel will certainly quite ornsome to care for properly, but rest assured that I will eventually tame even him! If I can't, then Apsis can always wraping him up and dig into his skull like its the tastest egg in the world. I will not abide by Pokémon that I can't control in some fashion, nor pose a significant threat to my friends if they can not be taught to behave themselves," Ventus says, all in a good natured tone, as if he was just discussing the weather. Apparently, he has already thought of the possibility of putting the Scyther down, and he is unfazed by it.

"Still, I doubt it will ever come to that point. Apsis is proof enough that even a disobedient Pokémon can be taught discipline...to an extent, of course. No one will ever have any luck making her eat Dry Food, or suppress the natural warrior in a Scyther. Its all about how to redirect their savage nature into more positive channel, or at least make them vent it somewhere that they can't cause too much harm," the researcher says, happy to have Shiva by his side. It sure passed the time faster, that is for certain! As Shiva informed him that she was staying in a local treehouse for the night, he almost began to frown at the thought, before she kissed him on the forhead. That got him to freeze mid expression, looking faintly surprised . Shaking his head quickly, he smiled right back at Shiva.

"My my, are you trying to charm an old man like me now? How bold of you! Keep that up, and you might find me pining over you!" Ventus jokingly told her, all in the silkly sauve tone he reserved for his dates, such as Sochi. Still, if one listened closely enough, they would find a hint of honesty in that statement. While he was more than happy and content being friend with Shiva, he could not deny that he held certain feelings of affection for her kindness and compassion. Only time will tell if anything comes of that, however.

When she said her good byes and turned to leave, he wished her safety for the night, then refocused his attension on Nathan training regiment. Anything to occupy his mind from the tedium that threatened to set in.

*End Flashback*