Kaine McAllister [Ranger Agent]

[Kaine McAllister]

The Player:

OOC Account: xxphenomenonxx
Age: 18 <-Such a good feeling. To not have to lie about that anymore. xD
Activity Level: I think I will like it here. I’m hoping to be very active.
Other Characters: Nope. But I’ve planned a few for later. x3

Basic Character Information:

Name: Kaine McAllister
Alias: Kaine
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Allegiance: Ranger-He often reminisces about how things should have been, but understands the unfortunate results of war. He’s loyal to his own, including friends, and is never afraid to extend a helping hand. As far as alignment goes, he could never picture himself as a traitor to those who need him.
Position: Ranger Agent
Species: Human
Sexuality: Heterosexual [Taken by Skie Loon]


Hobbies:

• Drawing/Artwork [Raaaare]
  
• Giving Advice
  
• Paperwork [Common]
  
• Missions/Ranger Work
  
• Napping
  
• Solving Puzzles
  
• Drinking Coffee
  
• Signingautographedcopiesofphotosforallhisfangirls. [...Whut?]
  

Likes:

• Skie Loon
  
• Helping Others
  
• Joking
  
• Coffee
  
• People Who Keep To Their Word
  
• Rangers/Friends/Pokemon
  
• Skie Loon
  
• Relaxing
  
• Skie Loon
  
• Feeling Like He's Made A Difference In Remoor
  
• Skie Loon Skie Loon Skie Loon [Lolwhut.]
  

Dislikes:

• Santoro
  
• Joseph Alamier
  
• Alexander Vox Knight

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[/li][li]The Pits
[/li][li]Breaking The Law
[/li][li]Gambling Too Much [Every now and then is fine]
[/li][li]Drinking Too Much [Same Policy]
[/li][li]Pravus Members [Screw. You.]
[/li][li]War promoters [Shut up.]
[/li][li]Betrayal/Lies/Dishonesty [Fake friends are terrible.]
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Physical Appearance
Information:
He ish smexy. X3 You know you wanna click here.

Hair Color:White [And we mean white]

Eye Color:Typically wearing visor over his eyes, allows him to see certain colors. But his eye color is brown.

Height:6’1”

Build:

Kaine is tall and lean, and typically the fast but powerful puncher in a fight.

Once the world went to hell with the war he spent many of his days with his own Pokemon, often committing to training himself, and after being recruited for an impeccable talent to play strategist on the battlefield, he joined the Rangers of Remoor. Life as a Ranger didn’t harden him as he thought it would. It softened his personality, but built up his body. He’s not exactly solid muscle, but the man isn’t out of shape either. He’s at that healthy level of fitness that the average man values.

Other Appearance Information:

Typically wearing his fashionable business suit. [Click that link if you wanna see it for yourself]. He wears a bleach white tie around a dark turquoise business shirt, layered over with a striped vest that buttons over the bottom of his tie. He keeps the cuffs of his shirt unfolded so that they actually pass his wrists on both hands. His pants are dark grey, almost black and he has two silver rings in his left ear. He wears black dress shoes to keep up appearances. On days when he’s feeling a little spontaneous he might wear a crimson red suit top and black pants. He also has a darker version of the attire, completely black with a white tie, and an equally opposite suit of all white and black tie. He can switch between all of them whenever he chooses, but mostly the colors depend on his mood.

But when he's relaxing and not on the job it's not at all rare to see him in regular clothes. Anything from jeans and plain t-shirts to hoodies and tennis shoes. He's reasonable, but makes sure he looks good when he's working.

Personal Related
Information:

Personality:

Kaine is a charmer, especially towards those that find themselves down and out, though he doesn’t play his good looks or his kindness to his own advantage. Though he does have a tendency to crack jokes about his charms towards the ladies. As a tactician, it’s a poor way to gain a reputation, but the man generally cares about others and the state of the world he’s caught up in. Though he's always open to cheering somebody up with a joke or two, or complimenting them when they're feeling low, he rarely shows any arrogance about it, or asks for any favors in return.

He can be an invaluable friend when times are hard, and friends have always known him for his incalculable patience and understanding. Perhaps one of his most redeeming qualities is his ability to listen when others need to speak. Though unfortunately his ability to help others does not include helping himself. As far as he's concerned, the Rangers, his pokemon and his friends come first. What he can do to help them is more important than what he can do to help himself.

Though he would willingly throw his own agitation and problems out for someone that needs a pillar of support, that doesn’t mean they go away. His form of helping people varies. At times he can be gentle, serene and calm. When it’s necessary, he can throw in jokes, be sarcastic and poke fun. But if a situation calls for determination and a strong hand, he can be pushy, aggressive and even yell. He's the typical, average guy that can earn a few respect points pending upon how he approaches a situation, but no matter what the issue-he'd never openly make fun of you for it.

Unfortunately, the man knows how to plant his feet and make a statement. He can’t sway from his own values and morals, not even for someone he believes a close friend. He can manipulate his pride to believe he can assist others in what they need, but he cannot bend it to the point of changing his stance in the war. Call it stubborn will, if you wish. It comes with being a part of one of the most outnumbered and threatened groups in the war: the Rangers. And he isn't about to quit, no matter what the odds. And recently, Pravus has cost him more than he can ever forgive them for, even if the scars of what happened are not his to bear.

The Ranger life suits him. He's a decent guy with a charming attitude and a hopeful [but reasonable] consideration for the future. Though not a leader, he's the leading type, with enough humility to take an order from others, when he himself is a Veteran, and has worked this job in other Regions before settling into Remoor.


History:

As a child, it’s never a good thing to have a front row seat in a war. (And we're not talking about Remoor or a region near this one) Kaine’s parents understood this, and though he was raised for a few years in an environment that was war torn and destitute, his parents moved him out of the area and sent him to live with his much well off Uncle, a well respected gentleman with an upstanding rank in society. Because of problems associated with the war itself, Kaine was never really raised with his true parents, and learned much of his well rounded character traits from his Uncle.

Let’s face it, dressed like that, a man has to come from a society that expects more and behaves in a reasonable fashion. And it was true. As the years passed, the war became more of a “fad” to people in the neighborhood where he grew up in. It was unimportant and questionable at best; Pokemon here were rare to begin with, but humans got along well without them. Sometimes a child would get them (after parents paid untold amounts of money for someone else to catch them) as gifts for coming of age or simply as a way to show off standing in the community.

Kaine half expected to grow up without one himself, though his Uncle had other plans, and Kaine was not as ignorant as he seemed to be.

Letters from his real parents, a place that might have been home in some distant world, often reached the young boy. His Uncle rarely read them, he had a duty to his younger sister to take care of her only child, but he had no heirs himself, and he fully intended to keep Kaine under his wing for the sole purpose of inheriting his estate. Other children did not have to worry for parents that were on the front lines; not in this neighborhood.

His Uncle disapproved of it because it was different. Kaine valued it for the truth it unveiled. In the letters from his parents, he learned of the brutality of war(even one that was not so necessarily just pokemon versus humans). His Mother and Father believed in remaining apart from him as he grew, but they never stopped feeding him information that came from their small town near the brunt of the war zone. While other children grew, learned ignorance and shared their parent’s assets, Kaine discovered the horrible something that most parents in his time would never want their children to realize.

The truth.

In letters that were meant to say, “We wish you love and all the luck in the world, We Miss You, Don’t Forget,” and all the typical signs of love a Mother and Father could give to a growing boy, they never shielded him from reality. It was awkward for some children to hear his tales about his Father, whose attempts and dreams to become a great breeder in a war starved country never ceased. Children that heard of a Mother that helped Rangers (and yes, Rangers have been around for quite some time, even in foreign lands) in the war were like fairy tales to the rich.

What war? They would say. What Rangers? What Pokemon? What fights? Where?

The questions plagued Kaine’s young mind.

But at the age of thirteen, (like many of the young kids in town), it became habit for parents to become more overprotective, leading and doting over their children. In an effort to win Kaine closer to him, his Uncle invested in a Pokemon that came from far outside of their own neighborhood. He “gave” a Zubat to Kaine on the day of his thirteenth birthday. He thought that the boy would value it. It was a simple Zubat, no more and no less of what he expected out of it when he bought it, but as of late it had become harder and harder to find wild Pokemon. It had cost him too much money for Kaine to dislike it.

The Zubat was young when he received it and the boy had called it “Haze”. As his Uncle prided himself on how he believed he had won his young heir over, Kaine did not treasure Haze merely for his rarity. The two shared a connection that can only exist between trusted partners, and eventually, Kaine found himself training it, inspired by letters from home.

He never forgot the world that his parents forced him to leave behind, and growing older, received top education that was hard to find. In between studies, he and Haze bonded as if they were born-to-be-trainers. He could have been a politician, a writer, an artist, a player, a business man. His Uncle’s inheritance fell upon his shoulders at the age of 17, when the man mysteriously disappeared and never returned to his home in the peaceful countryside. But it didn’t matter.

All of that money. The house. The neighborhood, a life of peace, of few troubles and plenty of riches.

And he left for the war zone. Ten years have passed since he became the first man in his neighborhood to open his eyes and see the truth. Ironically, about a year after he left (18) he suffered an accident-permanently damaging his vision. The details are sketchy. He refused to tell doctors what had happened, and they had nothing to go on but their own impulse. The man could see, but the cones in his eyes were damaged so badly that he would need help to see color.

The visor that he wears now is a result of their work. Kaine rarely ever touches on the subject of what has come to be known as “The Incident”. Even with his closest friends, the subject is still murky. He never tells it straight.

The truth is often harder to find than the lie.

Even so, he remained on his own for a long time (three extra years after the incident). His only companion during those years was Haze, who by their third year alone, had evolved into a fully fledged Crobat and a valued partner. It had also been his first year, working with others to achieve a purposeful end; he joined the Rangers (21 Years Old), and learned of the growing concerns of Remoor when he moved in.

At the age of 24, and three years into his service as a Ranger, Kaine was assigned to help the Barkwish Pokemon Center (and a rough war here, had since broken out, making it all the more imperative) as an odd job worker, doing what he could to make sure the facility remained standing from day to day. He was welcome to return back the Ranger Head Quarters when he considered his work done (the mission was never intended to last so long), but the man spent a year at the Center. While he performed what he was ordered to for the Rangers and they thanked him graciously for his efforts, some say that he remained so long because of the fondness he held for a certain young trainer at the time.

A 14 year old girl at the time by the name of Skie. It was clear they had a connection; chores around the facility were often done in unison, and he often kept an eye out for the girl, admiring her independence and personality. Her spirit especially was something to value, and having her around made it difficult for him to consider leaving.

However, destiny always works in strange ways. He was called off of his duties and to another site a year after he came to Barkwish. Conflicted, but remembering his vows as a Ranger, the man returned to his job and completed the mission he was ordered out to do.

Fate led the young man to a Muk, whose irresistible charm and light hearted nature wooed him to the point of caving in. He took her in when no one else would, especially so because she was fleeing from men associated (though not directly under) Team Pravus. She became a thrill to have with him, especially so because of her gentle, kind and helpful nature so matched his own. Feeling as light hearted as she proved to be, he nicknamed her “Po”.

And fate, as it would seem, had more planned for him. When he saw Skie again two years later, words could not express what he felt. They already knew each other from Barkwish, and since the war had intensified and she had left her comfortable home there, he refused to leave her on her own. Friends are hard to come by and she proved her worth when she was with him, just as she had shown him back at Barkwish. Yet another mission called him out after their unspoken pact to remain together and watch the other's back during the war.

Unable to refuse, they were forced to part. Again.

Stealing was not something that Kaine normally condoned. But a few months ago it became well worth it when he caught another person abusing a Pokemon that did not belong to him. Chasing off the man that committed the act wasn’t hard- he was a coward in his own right, perhaps a reason why he had never been hired by Parvus- but the Pokemon that he left behind was frightened, young and confused. It lacked any guidance.

He couldn’t leave it on its own. So he took the young Cubone in and recently named her “Tombstone”. He often shortens her name for his own purposes, especially to make it less formal for her to deal with and ease the tension she often feels around him and others.

Characters Pokemon:



Name:Haze
Gender: Male
Species: Crobat
Age: 14 years
Level: 39
Personality: Haze was Kaine's first pokemon, and for fourteen long years now, they've been through every mission together, from the simplist to the hardest. As such, he can read Kaine like a book, though prefers to keep his opinions to himself, and rarely ever offers up a comment on strategy or tactics for a situation. He's a loyal follower, a willing soldier, but quite the sympathetic little creature. Literally, he's a runt of the litter when it comes to size, and instead of sharing the rest of his species enormous sizes, he's a hug-a-bat, and can easily fit in your arms. Thing is, if he knows you, if he trusts you, he has no problem with resting on your shoulder or being held. Though ever the silent guardian, he's also the perfect listener, and if need be, can ignore his own mute preferences to counsel you in what you should do. Though a cautious creature and a vigilant, loyal companion, Haze is very intelligent - and often enough he can understand the bulk of a situation before a trainer has time to figure it out. Needless to say, his constant silence and small size give him an advantage in stealth and spying. And as such, he's the perfect eavesdropper. He loves listening in on a good conversation.

Though, you should count yourself lucky. He would never tell anyone else your secrets, unless they threated the life of his trainer, or Skie Loon. If you did somehow manage to get on his bad side, just toss him a lemon drop. They're his favorite candy.

Attacks:

Toxic
Air Cutter
Bite
Poison Fang
Double Team
Wing Attack
Confuse Ray



Name:Po
Gender: Female
Species:Muk
Age: 8 Years
Level: 38
Personality:

You might never meet a Muk like this one again. Though she's a walking sludge pile with toxicity and acidic levels through the roof, she has a very powerful control over the levels of it in her sludge. She's very amiable, and the first pokemon to greet someone on Kaine's team. In truth, she's the motherly sort, with a love for life that most pokemon of Remoor have forgotten. Even so, though she's always willing to offer up a hug [and she's damn near not afraid of coating you in sludge], she's actually more like a mama bear when it comes to her friends and the pokemon on Kaine's team. She's not afraid to rip an enemy to pieces [or in her case, douse them in sludge so acidic it eats through their skin] if they threaten the peace of her home. Because she's a large, walking sludge pile, most people leave her alone, and she can be quite intimidating as an opponent. She's not much of the competitive sort though, so when she loses in a one on one match against a friend...she's probably the one cheering that you won and she didn't.

On most days, if you're a good person, she'd never hurt you. But this pokemon is a downright serious empath, and hell if she can't understand what you mean below the surface of your words. If you have a secret. If you're hiding something. If you love someone and can't admit it. Po has a tendency to find out, long before anyone else does. Just by studying your mannerisms, or listening to you speak. She can tell a great many things about you, though whether or not she discusses that with Kaine, or yourself, is up to her. On most days. She knows that real emotional issues...need to be sorted out on their own.


Attacks:

Sludge
Acid Armor
Pound
Screech
Disable
Poison Gas



Name: Tombstone ["Tomb"]
Gender: Female
Species:Cubone
Age: 2 years
Level: 23
Personality:

A shy, young Pokemon that is normally seen hiding behind Kaine’s leg whenever new people are around. She has yet to master very many battle techniques, and is often scared of change. Even though she’s been with him for a few months, she still has yet to get used to him, but responds to a kind word and a gentle nudge. Training is often difficult for her. She tends to watch instead of fight, and normally requires an example be set, or another Pokemon or person demonstrate to her first. Kaine however, would never abandon her, regardless of faults. Though her trust with him is still on the edge, he feels that with time, a bond can grow.

Recently, she's begun to open up more and become more amiable and trusting around people, though she's still dangerously wary and cautious. Like any young pokemon, she's become more active, but at least somewhat at ease amongst the Rangers and their base. Enough so that she can be seen playing Star Wars [her favorite show] with Edgeworth while on a mission. Just goes to show what time can heal and what good patience can do. Unfortunately, however, her words often trip over themselves, and she does not speak English and prefers her natural pokemon language.

Attacks:
Focus Energy
Bone Club
Growl
Bonemerang <-He’s teachin’ her how to perform this one better. Cause she’s not too great at it. xD



Name: Edgeworth (Known as Edge for short)
Gender: Male
Species: Sandshrew
Age: 2 years
Level: 22
Personality:

The latest addition to Kaine's team, and an instant charmer. This little guy takes time out of his day to be just about one of the funniest, gentle, understanding and charming pokemon in Kaine's team. Ever. He's amazingly smart, which only adds to his charm, though his gestures and words often hide how much cunning he really has. In many ways, he's very similar to Kaine. However, this pokemon is more open to express his problems to others. Naturally, he's an excellent listener when somebody needs a friend to talk to. Generally, this pokemon is satisfied when he's close to the people he loves and respects. He has a natural curiosity about other people and pokemon, and his lack of a serious nature always means that he takes battles to heart, but with an air of fun. Life isn't meant to be depressing. And he makes sure that it isn't. The only time you'll ever catch this pokemon at a loss for words, flustered, or stammering over his sentences, is when he's around the other Ground pokemon on Kaine's team: Tombstone.

Attacks:

• 
  
• Poison Sting
  
• Fury Swipes
  
• Defense Curl
  
• Rollout
  
• Scratch
  
• Sand Attack
  

Name: Misty Mae
Gender: Female
Species: Horsea
Age: 1
Level: 11
Personality:

A small, itty-bitty blue ball of cute. But don't let that fool you.

A strange, and dangerous concoction of volume, boisterousness, enthusiasm, and an eagerness to prove herself (in everything she does) all wrapped up in one little Horsea. She has a tendency to overreact to things, especially raising her voice when she gets excited, and even shouting out taunts (frequently) when she’s in a match, friendly or not.

She’s got a bad habit of starting things, picking fights, with Pokemon oh so much stronger, bigger, more experienced, and scarier than herself, despite her age, level, and size. It apparently takes a hell of a lot to intimidate her. But really, it’s all because she desperately wants to be strong, just like the Pokemon she’s always challenging without permission or consent. She wants to make her friends proud of her.

She’s brave, really, and will jump in front of a teammate or a friend in danger in a heartbeat.

And when it comes to the actual battling she’s a fast learner. However. Even though she’s a quick learner, this only goes so far as actually knowing what to do. Actually going through with a new attack, or practicing, is quite different. She’s very familiar with the term ‘trial-and-error’. It took her long enough to figure out how to aim her Bubble attack. But once she learns something the right way, she gets good and she gets good fast.

Attacks:

• Bubble
  
• SmokeScreen
  
• Leer
  
• Water Gun
  

Role Playing
Sample:

”Alright, Tomb. It’s not that hard, here, let me see.” A man nearly six times the size of his companion kneeled down, a smooth grin forming on his features. The sunlight hit his face just so that his skin seemed slightly lighter than it really was, and the light outlined his jaw line and shadowed his beard. As he knelt down he reached forward, fingers gently grabbing hold of a smooth, ivory white bone that was cracked at the outer edge.
He was met with resistance. The other end of the bone was gripped tightly by a small, concerned Pokemon with large brown eyes. The other half of his resistance came from the tight, child-like grip on his pant leg. His grin replaced itself with a much warmer smile that could melt snow. “C’mon Tomb, it’s okay. I promise,” he finished, looking down at a Pokemon much smaller than he was.
Her tan colored skin matched the color of his own when the light hit it, but the ivory white skull that covered her head matched the tone of his hair. He waited a moment, buying patience as the young Cubone’s gaze did a double take up at his face, and then back to her bone and back to him again. He wasn’t going to push her into action. He needed to keep her trust, not squander it when he pleased.
“Please?” He added politely, chuckling under his breath. If she could see his eyes, perhaps it would be much easier. They said that the eyes were windows to the soul. Kaine remembered a time when he had thought so too. But that was ancient history to him now. He considered himself to be much different then he had before, especially so because his eyes were not available to be seen by others. People had to rely on faith, if they were to believe him.
Even though it was light outside, and the area was not a pure picture of beauty, there were still things to see. Things that had vibrant colors, or even darker contrasts. To him, these brighter colors like the yellow light of the sun, were dimmed. Colors that were pitch black seemed slightly lighter. What others saw as white, he sometimes witnessed and determined to be grey.
Even his Cubone lacked some of the color detail that others would spot from a mile away. Things seemed less..alive, under his mask.
And a mask it was.
The visor fell directly over his eyes and fit against the forehead, molding to the shape of his face so well that it seemed to be an actual part of him. The front of the visor was thin and silver in color - an indicator of a heavy metal- and glistened like the surface of clear water on a sunny day. Across the front were three horizontal strips indented into the metal that glowed bright crimson red, even in his current surroundings where there was plenty of light. The outer edges of the visor fit up close against his skin and stopped at the base of each ear on the side of his head.
In spite of how the entire thing was made of metal, the surface of it did not burn hotly in the sun. A person could run their hand over the smooth surface and feel nothing but ice cold chills. Maybe the sight of something metallic in place of what should be eyes made people wary. It could have been what made the young Cubone he named Tombstone cautious.
In the end, his patience and gentle prods in the right direction paid off. The Pokemon released her tight grip on the bone she held in her right hand. Granted freedom to hold it on his own at last, he slid the fingers that held the top of the bone down so that they curled around the base and over the hard, round surface. She watched with a mixture of intrigue and worry, her head often glancing between his face and his hand in confusion.
It was cute in its own right, especially so because she kept such a firm grip on his pants, like a young child seeking a toy from an adult. “Here, see,” he said, voice lukewarm and deep. He manipulated his fingers, held the bone at an angle, thumb pressing up against the side as he demonstrated.
“Hold it like this,” he suggested. Explanations could sometimes help, especially young Pokemon that were still learning the basics. A solid foundation was what created the best of the best when it came to fighters. Though, in all honesty, looking into those wide, worried eyes told him he did not have a war veteran on his hands. He had a dependent.
But what she would be and what she could do did not matter to him at the moment. For now, he was set on helping her to better what she already knew, as he was here, and that was all that really mattered. If there was an opportunity for him to step in and play trustworthy friend, he would do it. She did not seem very at ease without him around anyway.
“You want to keep an angle..it helps your throw and gives you more aiming opportunities. A bonemerang attack should work as well, if not better than a boomerang.” His smile grew as he offered what he knew. “In fact, specific throwing angles and the position you hold it in affects where and how far it will fly. Tensing up and keeping your feet steady is important. A good stance is even better. But for you darlin’, don’t be afraid to let loose. Relax. Don’t hold it so tight that it feels more like a club than a bone. If you want your throw to really fly, you have to release it, keep it smooth.”
And as if to prove a point, he reached around with his other hand, trailing the back of his fingers over the surface of the bone. “You see? No jagged edges or sharp curves. This is smooth.” He laughed and tossed it in the air while she watched it flip three of four times before he caught it again.
“Here. You try.” He turned to look back down at her as he caught it, his smile still present. She kept exchanging looks with him, again and again as if checking to see he wouldn’t pull a trick and yank it away. When at last she held his gaze, brown eyes meeting the surface of the visor’s, observing his relaxed posture and lowered guard, she snatched it back so fast that it made him laugh aloud.
In an effort to keep her embarrassment hidden, she came over and completely buried her face against his leg, hard skull pressing into him with some force.
“Ah, c’mon Tomb. You can do it,” he said between laughs. “What are you embarrassed for? It was yours anyway. C’mon, now.” Kaine’s laughter died down and a bit of silence fell over them both. The clearing they were standing in seemed peaceful, though some of the trees were singed and marred with battle scars. Boulders stuck out against a cavern wall, and the grassland, though dry, was the perfect place to practice. He had brought her here for a reason. The clearing was calm, and some of it reminded him of a world he had never seen; a world without war.
“Cu…Cubone,” said a firm voice from below. Kaine’s smile faded temporarily as he looked back down, a little confused.
“What was that?”
“Cu..Cubone!”
“Oh?” He said, trying hard not to laugh. He was already grinning again. “Is that so?”
“Cu-bone!” She said with a huff, face still buried in his leg. He could swear she would be bright rose red if he could see her face.
“I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear that.”
“Bone!!”
“Or that,” he said, laughing. “Just try, now. C’mon.”
“Cubone!” At the sound of her last remark his grin instantly slid from his face and he lifted his head with a “Woah!” He stumbled over his own feet in the process and fell backwards so that he landed on his back, hands out to catch him before he slammed into the ground. Cubone had released him just as her arm swung back and she threw the bone in her hand, narrowly missing his face. The Pokemon sat down promptly and just glared, arms crossed and eyes closed after a minute, nose sticking into the air with a sense of snobbishness that almost made him break out in laughter again.
“Young lady. Manners,” was all he said, sitting up. However, a flash of light up ahead caused him to turn. The sunlight caught the outer edge of the bone as it angled through the air and circled into a bunch of trees. A resounding –thunk- echoed around the clearing and he looked over to Cubone, who had opened her eyes and exchanged looks with him.
“Well,” he breathed. “Uh. You..you threw it. Nice angle.” But then his voice caught in his throat. A heavy, purple object fell out of the tree, groaning oddly as it went, striking the ground with a light thump. After it fell, so did the bone, right on top of the thing that fell before it.
“And uh..” He stopped. A chuckle tore from his throat. “That uh, that would be Haze.”
As soon as he said it, a dark purple bat flapped crookedly through the air, temple throbbing as it growled and groaned. Cubone promptly remembered her human shield and threw herself behind Kaine’s back. “Haze buddy, you okay?”
When the Crobat shook itself from side to side and glared at him from across the clearing all he could offer was a simple wave.
“My bad.”

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