The Darkness Is Our New Kingdom ~ OPEN

[Maxwell Smith]

MAXWELL SMITH

Tis the season to be jolly!~ ....

No more no less is what Maxwell wanted to say about this season. He had just innocently received his starter Pokemon, a female Spoink, who seemed just as creepy as any Pokemon he'd ever owned. [And trust me, he's had some pretty creepy Pokemon on his scale.] All the way to the first route, she just kept stopping and staring at something. Max kept trying to see what it was, though it really wasn't working at all; either there wasn't really anything at all, or the "thing" just kept going out of sight before the trainer could get a good look at it. Which left him utterly confused, none the less. Although that sounds good, that wasn't the worst part. Oh no. Uncannily, Max had run into a fire and ghost type candle lookin' thing while the due was resting.

For the most part, the little bugger caught him self, however, upon release, he began to make anything burnable, well, burn. And after putting out a few fires so they wouldn't spread, Max put it upon him self to try to catch the little bugger and put him back in the Poke'Ball that he had caught him self in. But, as Max would have guessed, that wasn't working out so well. The little Hitomoshi decided that he would try to out run his new trainer, which was working out quite well on his terms. Dodging the red light and escaping his trainer with ease, Max wondered if it was best ot let him go. However, he knew the Pokemon's final evolution, and sought out that perhaps he'd better keep him just in case. For gym purposes, of course. That, and he'd probably burn the whole place down if he could.

"You get back here you little bugger!" Max called in frustration, Gypsy the Spoink watching from the sidelines. Or at least Max thought she was. He really didn't have any time to ask questions.

"Moshi~," the little Pokemon sang as he scattered from his trainer's Pokeball once more, giving a sinister look to the boy behind him. Which was probably Poke'talk for "You're so stupid, you can't even catch me!" That made Max inwardly groan.

And just when the boy thought that he was close enough to catch him, he decided to go for a dive. That failed however, as just as he came sliding to the ground, the little bugger sped up laughing and giggling all the way, as if it were a game. The dust and snow of the route quickly settled as the boy brought his angered eyes up in annoyance, Gypsy cheering as if he had won something out of that. Oh yeah, he defiantly won something outta that; his stupidity. The candle like Pokemon danced around him in succession as the trainer tried to stand on his own two feet, spitting out dust and mud - though mostly mud - from his mouth. Churn was instant to back away and silence as the boy stood, hoping for another game, though that's not how it came true.

"Alright, alright, you win," Maxwell said in defeat, raising up his arms to show that he had given up before bgeggining to wipe off all the dust and dirt off of him, w3alking back to where Gypsy stood guard of his bag.

"Spink Oink?" the female questioned her trainer as he knelt down to put the Pokeball away, and begin rummaging through his bag. Max paused long enough to his a heartfelt sigh before continuing with his searching.

"What can I say?" he replied as if he knew what the Pokemon had asked, seeming to take inventory on the new items that were in his pack. "I always want the calm ones, yet I always manage to get the crazy and out of sight ones instead. Guess I should just get used to it instead right?"

The Spoink gave a sigh along her trainer as she heard his little story, though perhaps was doing so because she merely thought it right. Max had to admit, though an Pokemon he got may have been out of terms, or even misfits and abandon in the least - or at least, the better part of his last team was, this team was beginning to seem just like a band of misfits - they were all kind hearted once you got to know them. And even though his starter was a bit odd, as well his first Pokemon, they at least knew how to show a little pity to their trainer from time to time. Plus, this time around, he was a little more experienced than the last time.

This time, he'd know a bit better.

[Blue Jay]

BALTOY;

BALTOY
ground-psychic/genderless/level 5/levitate
confusion, harden

Baltoy were not a common site on Route 1 but apparently they were not impossible to see as one was floating over the ground right at that very moment. She, thought genderless identified as a girl, was just floating along, a bit lost as she'd been left out here by someone and then cruelly abandoned for someone else that she had managed to defeat for her old trainer. As a result she was somewhat wary of other pokemon and other trainers as well. This just made life harder for the ground and psychic type pokemon as she had to duck out of the way of every pokemon she felt and trainers were constantly walking by.

She settled over a rock and floated there for a moment, just bobbing up and down as she tried to figure out where she should go to get to some place that was a better environment for her. It was freezing and icy here and she wasn't really going to be much of a great thing to the grass and bug type pokemon that would become more active come spring. She was a ground type after all. But anyways she thought as she gave a nonexistant huff of disappointment when she saw nothing that would be able to help her in any way.

Then she heard shouting and while part of her was telling her to run, to run far away the curious side of her won over. She wasn't going to be all that smart today as the little Baltoy floated over the road to the top of the hill that was in front of a trainer and his two pokemon. She hovered there, just observing the scene of the trainer sliding to catch his pokemon and then the Spoink that was by some lump of brown. She was kind of puzzled but that didn't stop her from moving down the hill a few feet to get a closer look at the group.

[Maxwell Smith]

MAXWELL SMITH

It was while the trainer had forgotten about his fire and ghost type, rummaging through his bag, that his forgot about his mischivous little Pokemon drifted a bit aways fromthe teen and his starter, a mute hum rattling his chest. He usually began to hum when he began to feel sorry about what he had done; nearly catching his trainer and a mess full of other items on fire, as well as making the boy chase him to a slidding stop. He knew that he had made Max made, although he currently was unable to admit so; a little pride had always seemed to churn up in the candle like Pokemon's from time to time, as everyone soon learned. However, as he drifed away further from the camp, he couldn't help but realize that there was another presence nearby.

Turning around to inspect the area, a hovering object finally caught his eye. Was that a Baltoy? Churn paused for a long moment, taking in the scenery, before giving into the fact that the Pokemon was in fact real. There was not many Baltoy on this route, as Churn had once thought. After one last look at his trainer and the boy's starter, before turning and hopping up the hill towards the Baltoy that was as well moving closer to the group. After getting far enough to at least hear the Baltoy from a distance - the candle thought that he perhaps had a weakness to this Pokemon speices? - he stopped, popping himself onto a nice little rock to look higher than the other Pokemon.

<"Didn't know your kind lived around here,"> he spoke with emphasis; anyone whom thought it be would have taken that as an offense of lanuage, if any as he spoke to the other Pokemon.

Down below, Max began to leave his muttering aside as he promptly put - or rahter stuffed - everything back inside his bag, zipping it up and letting it drop with a sigh. Looking to his starter, whom was bouncing and full of energy at the moment - Max often wished that he had that much engery in the mornings, really - he gave a weary smile.

"Well, I think we're near ready to go to the forest, what'd ya say, guys?" he questioned, first looking to the Spoink, then to where the Hitomoshi had once been.

Realizing that the Pokemon had left already, the boy paniced a little; oh great, what kind of trouble would he be getting into now? With a grone the boy stood, now having to find the Pokemon that was there not a moment ago.