GERONIMO ! [ OPEN]

[Dalton[ SMILE!]]

The landscape could have been painted by a kindergartner, an expanse of stone the color of bone dropped into a harsh tan, and a sharp line separated the line-riddled dunes from the harsh cloudless sky above. No little houses, or animals were visible in the distance, and the only noises were the wails of the wind. Unless you count the trainer who was currently having a friendly debate with his pokemon.

The trainer was a tall lanky thing, his tangled hair, casual rough attire, and constant grin made him resemble a rowdy teenager. The rips in his dust covered pants were not a fashion statement however, and his hair was not gelled into place by anything but mother nature herself. Every time he shook his head sand fell out in a stream, causing the Oddish in his arm to exclaim various weather conditions, and his sour Elekid to scowl.

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The day had started early, and the man had told the electric type it was a trip to a convenience store. By the time he saw sand and not chips the base was miles away, and the trainer had already jumped into a truck with an elderly woman who would drop him off near the desert. Much tot he Elekid's dismay the lady had not been a murderer, or someone worried about a man taking his young pokemon into a desert.

The old truck slid and slipped in the sand, and after a few hours of pushing and pulling they managed to send the lady on their way, leaving them alone with a small bag of dehydrated food, six bottles of water, and a trainer who insisted on singing children songs, off key, at full volume, The Elekid was at least glad that if worse came to worse he had a scrawny human to munch on, and that Oddish would help stave off scurvy.

The electric type didn't even think about asking why the large bag seemed to have so little in it, nor why he could barely lift it.

The trainer and Oddish lead the way, rolling happily down warm sand, and playing army games. THe Elekid trudged behind, gasping and wheezing, sweat poured down his body, and his eyes were filled with sand.
" Stupid fuckers...wai--wai--t up..."
Wannabe, the Elekid, gasped upon reaching the cliff, and waited for the man to turn around so they could head back home. Instead he began climbing up the cliff like some sort of spider monkey, the Oddish gently resting in the backpack.

Fuck no.

With many taunts and a few scary tales of desert death (not to mention the fact that he had the food) the Elekid began to follow his insane trainer, crawling along at an amazingly slow pace, and even falling into the soft sand a few time,

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Blood streamed from various cuts on his tiny body, and he tried his best to ignore the pain and not whine. Instead he berated his trainer:
" You better jump off this fuckin' cliff you insane asshole! I don't need all this shitty exercise!"
The ranger only smiled, and resumed whatever he was doing near the cliff side. The Oddish kept asking questions, which the Elekid ignored as normal. With angry growls he began throwing pebbles over the Cliffside, listening with glee as they cluttered down the side.

Call him fat would they? If he wanted to he could beat that monkey-man's ass in a blink of an eye, but he didn't feel like it. He would be merciful.

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Daltons arm's were a blur, a pile of thick elastic sat beneath him like a snake, and near that a much smaller set with a smaller harness. The entire thing was caked in dust with misuse, but it was good enough, Hopefully. Normally he would do so without a rope, but he no longer had Wings or a pokemon with them.

The Elekid nearby seemed lost in his own little world, and with a grin Dalton picked up the ropes and deftly buckled the creature in.
"I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE KINKY LIKE THAT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? STOP THAT!"
The trainer smiled and picked the Elekid back on his feet, and with a friendly grin murmured:
"You go jump off a cliff...especially with the right equipment,"
The Elekid screamed even before Dalton gently shoved him away, little feet fell backward and he plummeted from the edge, the string rapidly unraveling beneath him.

With a grin, and a test of his own harness he ran toward the opposite Cliffside, chuckling at his pokemon's frightened, or excited, screams.

[~ Nee]

Neenaki held the egg close to her as she traveled through the rocky terrain. She was off on another treasure hunt. She was more like a fox today become thrifty and sneaky around, for one man’s trash was another man’s treasure. One man’s treasure is another girl’s goal. And she was after today’s treasures. She held Brock in her arms occasionally feeling it shake as if it anticipated hatching, and her Pokémon Diablo and Ai were on opposite sides of her following her.

The day was at least calm to her, it was quiet and perfect for relaxing and adventuring around Remoor. She hasn’t got out and did something for a while, she wondered if Pravus needed a special product to get from a rival. But who would rival a powerful, rich, and mighty rule of Pravus? The Rangers? She laughed out loud, “Ha. I just had a funny moment.” She said as she came and sat on nearby rock close to the edge but not so close she can see over the cliff. She was afraid of heights if she wasn’t diving in water and frankly she was to afraid to look and see if there was water underneath.

“Hey Nee, what’s up with today huh? I really don’t enjoy this dry atmosphere… Can we go swimming?” Ai said as she stopped to scratch her ear, Diablo’s ears pricked as well, “I think I heard something.” He began to sniff he ground and track a scent, seemed to smell like a plant. Ai followed and Brock shook again in Nee’s arms and she followed after the supposed plant-smell. She was holding Brock and is harden in her arms as if it was ready to pop. If eggs did pop... She ran after her the canine Pokémon as they sniffed the ground and it led them a long while away and finally came to a stop.

She looked around and gazed up at the sky, “Look you two, you’ve been pulling us around in circles, I have no clue as to why you are doing this but I would really like to know now! My feet are getting sweaty…” she said pulling off her socks and shoes. Diablo cringed and held a paw over his nose, “And they’re quite smelly as well. You should have better hygiene.” A glare was casted for the young woman, “They wouldn’t be smelly if I hadn’t had to run a wild goose chase for some scent you guys lost!”

Ai laid on the earthen ground, and rolled on her backside, “Nee have you ever went cliff diving? You know that’s not into water? I wondered what it would be like to be suspended in air…” Neenaki grabbed the glaceon by a leg and held her in the air, “It feels like this. What’s so special about that?” she said and the Glaceon flailed in the air yapping and growling. Diablo began to laugh and even Brock shook in the egg pieces, “That’s not funny put me down!”

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Comments: Oh goodness this post sucks eggs.
Word Count: 513

[Dalton[ SMILE!]]

The Elekid plummeted toward the ground, the Cliffside beside him blurred into a giant line descending the stones of time. Quartz melded with sandstone, marble was diminished into a dirty brown, he could feel the sand bouncing from the hillside as he fell. If he had a nose no doubt it would have been shattered, and bloody by now. Both of his arms were clutched tightly over his chest, frozen into place by something more powerful than steel chains. Fear. Not to mention, some idiot was screaming like a banshee. Realizing it was him he turned the mindless shrieks towards:
"EEEEEEEEEEEE MOTHERFUCKERRRRRRRR IMMA KILL YOUUUUU DALTBEEEN!"
The rope split his vision like a flannel thunderbolt, slowly uncoiling, pulling on his ankles. From the other side, between the howling wind, his own yells, and the sand whirling about he could make out Dalton's screaming.

His blood raced, his eyes tilted downward, the ground approached, the rope let loose an ominous pop, he closed his eyes, fingers pointing downward to brace his fall. Electricity leaped from his body in erratic arcs, he was about to be smashed like a pancake.

The line rebounded and he found his food flying toward his mouth, he repressed a gag, even as he watched the ground become smaller.

He had almost died! Dalton may be charged with attempted murder, but when the Elekid got his claws on his ugly o ld neck poor old Wannabe would be charged with Manslaughter.

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Dalton had heard the mumblings of the group below, but he paid them no heed. He was much too busy checking measurements, line tautness, wear, the harness that held his sweet little Oddish tight against his skinny, though muscular chest.
"What we doin'?"
The ranger smiled, patting the little Oddish upon the head, even as his legs flew in long arcs.

The sound of chatting grew louder, hopefully the person was sitting down, otherwise, someone's skull would end up looking like a scrambled egg.
"Hold on to daddy baby~"
The Oddish glanced down at her armless body, her short useless legs, and opened to mouth to ask a question, only for the wind to tear it away.
"YAHOOOOOO~"
Hair filled his vision, the people below him looked like little dots of paper strung across the beach sands. They grew larger, he was able to name the species of a few of the pokemon.

He was able to make out their words, well would have been if he wasn't screaming and streaming to the earth like a bullet. The ranger could make out her clothes, and his heart filled with thrill.

This was going to be close!

The man watched the rope uncoil, slowing down inches from Nee's face. Lifting a hand from his side, even as the rope let out a protest and began to tug, he murmured:
"HELLO!!"
The Oddish taped to his chest giggled:
"HIIIII PRETTY LADY!"
THen he disappeared as he few back toward the cliff top.

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A few minutes later he unhooked himself from his harness, and began to pull up his Elekid.
"Some nice people seem to be having a picnic Wanna, we're gonna go eat with them, as you tell me how much fun you had."
The electric type clung to the cliff face like a mother's breast, whimpering as he was rolled in like a doomed fish.

Upon reaching the flat top he shook, but managed to glare at Dalton and murmur:
" ....to .....hell........................."
The ranger smiled.
"Using that language around children and beach picnickers, you are low."
The Elekid screeched, charging forward and was quickly sidestepped.

Finding the path down he began to pick his way toward Nee, not really thinking about her feelings about picnics, men appearing in mid-air, loud-mouthed Elekids, and worst of all, corny jokes.
" I hope you have more than sand...wiches....over there Missy. We're absolutely famished."

The Elekid tried not to follow, but the harness and rope seemed to glare at him with the eyes of snacks. Heart hammering in his throat he began to follow, debating on looking down and stumbling to his death.