Must live! Came to the wrong place then... -Garth-

[Riakai]

It was a beautiful morning, well, in a regular person's eyes thats what they would think, the sun was out, the clouds were gone, the blue sky seemed more blue than ever. The wind was at a gentle breeze, making the current tempeture of 80 degrees farenheit appear to be alot lower, less humid if you will. But! We aren't talking about a regular person's eyes, we are talking about Riakai, in his eyes, this day was just like any other, suckish. All he wanted was for night to come, but.. he had several hours left, and it appeared as if there was nothing to keep him entertained to have time fly by, into the night. None of Riakai's pokemon were currently out, he didn't want to torture them THAT much by letting them out at this time, no no no, he would never do such a thing.

Riakai then noticed he had walked a while, and yet, the time... it had only been 1 hour, now about 11:20 A.M. Riakai lowered his wrist in which he was looking at his watch. He then looked up. Riakai wasn't in his standard uniform, instead he was in a plain grey t-shirt and dark jeans, with a brown belt which contained 3 pokeballs. Jake,Lame, and The Pill rested deep inside the darkness of these poke-balls. Oh the sweet darkness they got in there. Riakai soon came across a building, it didn't look like anything special at all. But, something was telling Riakai to enter, perhaps it was his boredom, his want for something to pass the time that made him want to enter. At this time, the breeze began to pick up, which made it look quite epic as Riakai walked towards the door.

Riakai finally arrived at the door, he continued to smile, even though he wasn't happy, he always had his smile on, so people couldn't tell what Riakai was thinking, or what his current emotion he was feeling was, unless you looked carefully at his eyes. Riakai then reached up, knocking loudly on the door once, before hearing it creek open, as if it wasn't exactly completely shut when the person who last shut it shut it.. WEAKLING! Either that or it was on purpose... Riakai then grabbed the doorknob, thrusting it forward. Openning the door. As Riakai looked around the building he had just entered, he noticed it looked like a place for training, a... Dojo.. Haha, that has a catch to it. Riakai went to the "Dojo". Moving on..

Riakai then took another step forward, the floorboards creaking underneath him. Riakai then yelled, not quite his loudest, but pretty darn loud, "I'm Riakai. And I would like to continue this greeting by saying, WHO THE HELL BUILDS A DOJO IN A PLACE LIKE THIS?!?! Thank you." Riakai said, slipping his hands into his small jean pockets.

OOC: Not really good with starters.. hope its good enough that you can work with it.

[Garth the Terror]

The dojo was silent, as it had been for the past month or so. Why was that? Well, Garth had to go make sure his parents were resting, and he had come back from that trip rather successful. Both his mother and his father were resting under the pile of wreckage formerly known as the house he used to live in. He made quite sure that they would stay there too.

He had returned only a few days ago to tidy the place up, make it nice for the Germs to mess up and clean up again, and was currently patrolling the halls to make sure even the dust mites were line for the Germs to take care of.

The term Maggot just seemed so unclean...

There were a few pieces of sugar candy swirling around in his mouth as he heard a voice ringing out through the dojo. Who was there that made such a racket, and, even better, who was there that thought they could just start stomping and shouting throughout the dojo?

Well, it was Garth's lucky day, for he was in the mood to teach some Germ a lesson... and this sounded very much like a Germ.

It took him a mere moment or so to get through the dojo in his morph form, from one end to the other, as it usually did when he wished to 'greet his visitors,' and he slid open the door, wondering who was there.

"This is my Dojo, Germ," he said, voice calm and a smile on his face that could match a rather psychotic clown's, "And it's here because Pravus wants it to be."

He leaned against the doorway, as if daring this Germ to come in any closer, or ask another question in a loud voice...

"Now, are you here to learn Germ? Did they finally send back the Germs from Grunt Camp?"

[Riakai]

Riakai's loud entry was soon meet by sounds of the floorboards, and not so heavy footsteps, more like light footsteps, but this thing had seemed to be not visited as often, so even those movements made the floorboards creek. Soon he saw a freak run out to "greet", Riakai.

Germ? Hah, he gave Riakai oppertunity for insults AND insulted him in one sentence, pretty good for someone like him. And when I say. "Someone like him" I mean, just look at him, he hardly looked human in some areas. Perhaps, he wasn't human? Riakai didn't know much about pokemorphs, so he couldn't exactly tell if he was a pokemorph.

Actually, Riakai thought he was just probably extremely high on drugs.. Hehe.... So Pravus put this place here, well, at least he had excuses, and he did look like a Pravus, well, if Pravus is home of messed up guys, actually, that was already quite true, since Riakai joined. Germ camp? He must be talking about the Pravus squads, in which Riakai was a member of the Sea Squad, which wasn't exactly the reason.

"Listen up, I can tell you've obviously been on alot of drugs in the past, I don't know... 4 hours? But, if you can comprehend this, then you got my answer: No they didn't, I just happened to stumble upon your hideous establishment." Riakai said with a small chuckle. That oughtta get him serious... Riakai thought.

Riakai then thought about what this guy would do, would he want a regular fight, or would he want to do this with pokemon? Well, Riakai just guessed that it would depend on how mad he got him, and what he was in the mood for. Now Riakai, he didn't really care what kind of what was going on today, he just cared htat he won, and there was nothing this punk could do to stop him.

[Garth the Terror]

{OOC: Sorry Post is short ;.;}

If this boy standing before him was a member of Pravus, which Garth assumed he was, then this boy was quite open for a sanctioned punishment that he was quite allowed to give. If, for whatever silly reason, this crazy boy in front of him was not from Pravus...

Well, no matter. It did not look like he was a Ranger, at least. If he was a Ranger... it would be double the sanctioned punishment.

Garth's smile widened at the thought, as he chuckled. Oh, was this boy ever going to deserve what was coming for him.

"Suffice to say, Germ, I'm not on drugs," he replied, "But if they taught you anything in Remoor... you'll know that you just don't waltz up into the mountains without a good reason..."

The smile did not twitch, nor did the crazed look in his eyes.

"You are from Remoor, aren't you, Germ?"

As Garth engaged in conversation with this strange boy in front of him, behind Riakai came Sumo, the ever-happy Machop, to block the doorway. Honestly, all he looked like was a small sized bouncer as opposed to a menacing, madly grinning Machop. It did look, however, that the Machop was not going to make any moves towards restraining and/or attacking Riakai, so the boy should have been grateful.

If he was right in the head, anyways.

[Riakai]

Riakai couldn't help but notice this man was thinking, about what? Who knew, it couldn't be much though, for he was on drugs, and people on drugs usually didn't do much thinking, therefore he probably wasn't thinking, probably more like, staring at a bug on the wall, but, what were the chances? Then, the threat's smile widened, odd, maybe he was thinking, thinking about something devilish.. to do to me..

So, as he had said so far, he wasn't on drugs, which was fairly hard to beleive, so, plainly, Riakai didn't beleive it, keeping the thought he was talking to a person on drugs in the back of his mind. Then the Dojo Master continued, by explaining to him that he was supposably supposed to be told that I was not supposed to prance up here. But, in all actuality, I couldn't care less.. But, to tell him that, would be rude. Actually, in a Dojo of this matter, Riakai could I guess speak his mind, so, he did, "Well, I don't really listen to people's judgements on what I should do and not do, even if they were tiny suggestions from important people, I do what I like, Mr. Sir."

Then he went on to ask him if was indeed from Remoor, which Riakai replied, "Yes." Riakai then heard the floorboards creaking again, which was quite annoying. Riakai turned his head, seeing a Machop head towards the exit and block it. Riakai noticed the look in its eyes, the way it just stood there, not seemingly really serious. Riakai turned his body, so his right arm was on Sumo's side, while his left was on Garth's.

Riakai said, "Oh, if it isn't a little stuffed animal, oh, its so cute. Oh wait.. I sure hope this isn't a battling pokemon of yours, if so, then you honestly must be a joke, for not actually having something stronger then a mere toy. Course, I can't expect alot from some guy who runs a crappy building and goes on drugs because no one likes him." Riakai said, exhaling deeply adding a small, "Tsk..." at the end of his long exhale.

This was sure to anger the man more, and maybe even a attack, which explained why Riakai had made his body so he was looking at both of them, in which a attack could come at any time. At this time Riakai used his left hand to grab a pokeball from his belt, pulling it up and gently dropping it, releasing Jake the Floatzel. Riakai turned his head straight to Garth, "You like to fight, yes?" he said, guessing that Garth did, owning a Dojo and all. "Whats your name anyway?"

[Garth the Terror]

[These posts are getting way short ;.;]

Garth grinned. This boy was asking for quite a beat down, as if he had absolutely no idea what was going on so far up in the mountain. However, if he was part of Pravus, as he had deduced by the idiocy, then there was going to be a beating to be had, and some sense to knock into this man.

Sumo snorted at the boy's inability to recognize power. Even if the boy had absolutely no idea and was about to have his body parts rearranged, it was not a nice thing for the boy to say at all. Though, he was hankering for quite a battle...

"You should be more careful around your elders," Garth advised, "For you never know when they are going to approach you and tear your eyes out."

There did not seem to be any sort of anger in his voice. On the contrary, it was more of a creepy, polite tone that he used with the boy.

"But if you insist on battling, I guess I would have to oblige..."

He shook his head, and stepped forward, his body changing from a humanoid with Lucario traits into a full blown Lucario.

"But we'll skip the formalities... If you insist on hiding behind your Pokemon, anyways..."

He leaned against the wall once more, as if waiting for Riakai to command his Pokemon in his general direction, and he was quite prepared for a long ranged attack as well as a close ranged one, that Flotzeal did look... well, battle ready.

Sort of.

Sumo snorted. He could have taken that Pokemon on if he wanted to, but, since Garth did something that no one would have expected to begin with; which was go up against a Pokemon (or a trainer) by himself, there was very little Sumo could do to begin with.

Just watch as Garth handed this boy his arm.

Or beat him with it... That would have been humorous.