LEARN THE ROPES! [elijah+n]

[WHITE]

This. Was. Terrible.

White stormed down the streets of Castelia city, fists clenched. Did they really think she couldn't protect herself? She had beaten the Pokemon league, for pete's sake! She had beaten countless trainers, countless Pokemon, countless-- Augh!. This had to be some sort of joke. The company she had started recently-- the one who focused around the fall of Team Ultimatum-- had hired her. Of all things. A bodyguard.

Completely ridiculous. Completely unnecessary. She turned her head to stare at the boy who was her new bodyguard-- some. Blonde kid who really had to think he was stronger than her. There was not a chance in hell! She bet that even one of her pokemon could beat his whole entire team! Yet he just wouldn't leave her alone-- and she had so much to do! She had to get groceries, stock back up on Pokeballs and potions. Doing this with some lost-dog of a man was going to impede her speed! What a joke, this was!

"Look, kid, you don't need to follow me around! I can handle myself," She shouted to Elijah, crossing her arms in front of her chest, "This is kind of an insult, y'know. I bet I could kick your sorry little butt." Mumbling the last part, she carried on through the roads, eyeing for the shop she was looking for. She just needed groceries-- it wasn't like she was going to get mugged. Just like that, she took off, running as fast as she could through the Castelia streets.

Then again.... It appears that she spoke too soon. After running for a good ten minutes, she found herself lost, in a bad part of town. She was down a dark alley with graffiti all along the brick walls, and old dumpters stinking. White did a small turn, looking around. She really was hopelessly lost. This really wasn't going to help prove her point of 'I can be strong by myself.'

Hearing the loud bang of a door slamming, White turned quickly, eyes wide. Surely enough, a group of about four, older, built men were walking toward her. She quickly gripped for her Pokeballs but only found one..... That was right! She had left her Pokemon at home to play-- and only brought...

'Liiiiit--'

Her level ten Litwick.... She was screwed.

The men started gaining on her, and she took a step back, only to be caught by the shoulders-- by another man much bigger than her. They were going to kill her-- destroy her. Take her Litwick and her money and everything she had!

White reared her head back, opened her mouth, and screamed.

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[N]

Why he had decided to lounge around in the bad part of town, N would never really know. Originally, he and Giovanni had been talking to one another in his extremely fancy limo. The treatment he received hadn't be bad, but the green-haired boy felt as if he would rip out his own hair if he had to listen to Giovanni's smug tone for another minute. In the end, he had to tell Giovanni some bullshit excuse that he probably hadn't even fallen for. Out of all of the things he could have said, he told him that he was running low on pokeballs. pokeballs. Seriously?! He never even caught Pokemon! N occasionally wanted to slap himself for acting so air-headed in front of higher authority. It was times like those when he himself missed being the head of Team Plasma... Even though it had really been his father in he first place.

Putting that entire story aside, N had originally planned to crash at some hotel. However, due to his dislike of battling, he never was the one to make a lot of money... "Aren't there any other jobs around here that don't involve some form of brutal torture?" N asked himself with a light sigh. Great, just great... He had about just enough money to feed his Pokemon, but that was about it. At least nobody was bound to mess with him in the outskirts.

As soon as N had adjusted to the cold ground and was feeling quite comfortable, he heard a high-pitched scream echo throughout the outskirts. The green-haired boy instantly sat up; becoming light-headed. What on Earth was going on now? He quickly pushed himself upwards and started walking towards the source of the noise. After walking past a few buildings, he swerved around the corner and saw what looked like four rapists attacking someone that looked familiar... very familiar... very, very familiar. Hell, could that be white? N stood frozen in shock for a few moments, which probably didn't earn him any cool points. It took him a few seconds, but the boy finally snapped out of it and decided to act.

N pulled two pokeballs out of his pockets and hurled them into the air. Red beams erupted from the split-colored orbs, ultimately taking the shape of two rather intimidating-looking Pokemon. Lazarus, N's Zoroark and Nomia, his Seismitoad.

"Hey, get away from the girl before I shred you to pieces. Ignorant fools like you disgust me, ganging up on a lady? Idiots like you deserve to rot in the deepest parts of Hell." He spoke; his tone cold as his Pokemon advanced towards the stranger's. Lazarus's claws were glowing with a dark purple aura as it bared it's fangs, and Nomia loomed over the four with an evil, gonzo-like expression that probably would have made Hazama proud.

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[ELIJAH]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 314px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dadada] Ahh, this must be one of the perks of the job. Was the first sarcastic thought that came to his head. Getting yelled at was definitely not on the list of things he had been planning to get done today. For most part, he stood there, watching as White's features turned from annoyed to angry then back to annoyed as he followed her around. He laughed a little to himself, chuckling at how his 'client' couldn't seem to grasp the concept that he had to follow her around, as part of his job, or maybe she just couldn't stand the idea of that. Well now, that did seem like a bit of fun. "Hey, stop calling me kid, I'm pretty sure I'm older than you anyway. Ah, and maybe you could ~" He added, just to grate on her nerves. "Except I'm suppose to be protecting you, not get you into more trouble." Elijah had said, barely concealing the smile on his face at the other, shrugging a little as he let his arms fall to his side and one hand rest on his hip. Before he got to say more however, she had already started running away, leaving him blinking as she rushed further into Castelia city. Elijah scratched the back of his head, a bemused look crossing his face before he started walking calmly into the streets after her. Well, at least she's got spunk. He mused, picking out a pokeball from his pocket and releasing the pokemon inside. A Murkrow appeared on the streets, her head tilted at her trainer in wonderment. "Av, I need you to find White." He said bluntly enough, holding out his arm for the Murkrow to take perch on. The dark hued bird fluttered onto his arms, claws gripping tightly on his arm. "She sorta ran away into the city, I'm not too sure where but... Well, that's why I'm asking for your help right?" He smiled, shrugging at the same time as the Murkrow shook her head but gave a caw of understanding anyway. "Good girl, I'll keep track of you on foot ~ Caw when you find her." He said cheerfully, watching as Avis took flight. He smiled as his Pokemon sifted through the skies, soon out of sight behind all the buildings. He started waking, checking his phone for a moment before looking up. This bodyguard gig was certainly proving to be an interesting one, even though it was basic enough. Well, as basic as a guarding job could get. There was but one condition. Keep her safe. He smirked at that idea, amused by the fact that White didn't seem to like that at all. Maybe it was a blow to her pride or something like that. He looked up as a resounding caw ran through the air. Elijah smirked. That didn't take too long. He thought, already spotting the Murkrow who was signalling him to follow. He started walking , eyes glue on the bird. The next sound sent chills through his body. A scream. A very familiar scream, from a voice that sounded like it had just been yelling at him moments ago. Next he was already running after the Murkrow, skidding on the ground as he turned corners, face contorted into a grim look. He arrived just in time to see a familiar N release two of his pokemon. Now, N probably knew him, but of course Elijah had taken it up to himself to memorize the names and faces of his bosses. At this point, he wondered what one of his bosses were doing here, but brushed it aside for the moment. There was still the matter of the four brutes, who were already looking confused at the situation. Elijah pulled out his knife, face contorted in concentration as his eyes flickered from White, N, and then the four men. Judging by what N had said, he could assume he was here to help, however, it wasn't like his motives were clear just yet. Whatever it was that N was planning to do, it looked like he planned to fight all four men, which Elijah didn't approve off. He still had this guarding job to think off. Keep her safe. The chances of them succeeding in the battle looked pretty high, but it also meant more casualties could be drawn for it. The blond pocketed his knife. He gritted his teeth. The only option that seemed to make sense was to run. He released another Pokemon, this time a Houndoom. At first the Houndoom looked confused as his red eyes took in the scene of the alley, and then started growling at the sight. "Arky, use smog." At that the Houndoom started blowing out the purple fumes. Elijah was suddenly running again, making a grab for White, taking her hand firmly in his and tugging. "We've got to run." said the blond, meaning to both N and White. He couldn't leave his boss in this mess either, now could he. One of the thugs slashed blindly with his own knife, a slash appearing on Elijah's arm as continued to pull at White, meaning to bring her away from the alley and out to the open park instead. Arkadius, the Houndoom, growled and barked as a distraction for them, the smog still wafting in the air. How far they could get, he wasn't sure.

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[WHITE]

"Selene! Come back, quick!"

[/color] White cried out, tossing the Litwick's pokeball in the air and retrieving her. She clung to the Pokeball as she thrashed against the brutes, trying desperately to protect her friend in the Pokeball. They would have to kill her first to get a hold of her. She was so small, so weak, so defenseless and they could easily destroy her. But herself? She could take it. She'd take anything for her Pokemon.

And then a super familiar voice. Commanding, strong, masculine. Familiar. She paused, eyes widening, and turned her head. Her breath caught in her throat, and she took a step forward, "N-- how did you--?"[/color] She broke off as he began speaking, and took a step toward him. It was rare that they were in a situation where N was the stronger one, but it was a godsend. She really needed him at that moment, and he just showed up! What great timing he had. She swallowed, tucking Selene's pokeball away for a moment, "Come on, N, you can't take all four of them..."[/color] White started to plead, but it was too late. The four thugs had unleashed their own Pokemon, three a piece. Face turning to one of horror, she looked around, almost desperately for a way out.

And then another miracle. That boy-- that boy she had loathed so much only a minute ago, had come to her rescue. Usually White wasn't one for needing to be rescued, but it was really nice that when she needed it all these strong boys were around! Head spinning, she opened her mouth to thank him, but she was already being tugged away by the blonde, "No! We can't just leave N in there--"[/color] Sadly, her protests were going unheard. The small area quickly erupted in screams, both human and Pokemon in nature. Trainers shouted out commands to their Pokemon fruitlessly, nobody could see a thing. Though White knew that at least Elijah was gripping her hand.

She locked fingers with his, and wouldn't let go. There would have to be a couple apologies later on White's behalf, but now wasn't the time for that. Despite her need to get N out of there as well, she was running with Elijah in mere seconds. Though she felt something pass right by her, cut through Elijah, and then-- searing pain. White screamed out for the second time that day, and dropped to the cement beneath them. Someone had stabbed her in the thigh, hard enough to wedge the sharp blade partially in her femur. The pain was something indescribable, but she felt like she was on fire. Like someone had replaced her thigh with an explosive and lit it. One hand gripped Elijah's desperately while the other managed to find the knife protruding from her leg. Never before had she hurt like this.

And since when was she this accident prone? Usually she could handle herself so well, but look at the situation she had gotten the three into. She laid on the pavement now, blood soaking the area around her leg, and forming a small puddle on the ground. The smog was beginning to clear, and she was now more vulnerable than ever. Quickly, she reached into her pocket and took out Selene's Pokeball, "E-elijah--"[/color] Her breath was gone, she couldn't breathe, "Take this. You and N get out of here-- I'll be fine."[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

[N]

N didn't even flinch when the strangers sent out their Pokemon. He didn't just own Lazarus and Nomia. If worse came to worse, he could just use his entire team. N wasn't going to hesitate. After all, how hard could taking on a few idiots be? They weren't likely to be very intelligent. "I haven't seen her in a while. It's such a shame that after all of this time, we have to meet like this..." N thought; staring at the strangers as they advanced towards him. All at once, the four sent out Pokemon of their own- greatly outnumbering N.

"White, back away." N ordered. He quickly pulled out two more Pokeballs; releasing Battler, his Darmanitan and Odysseus the Gurdurr out onto the field. "If they want to play, then so be it. Obnoxious lowlifes like them probably wouldn't be able to raise a single proper Pokemon..." N thought; turning to his team who glanced up at him with expectant yet eager looks. He had received each and every one of his Pokemon from other trainers. Other trainers who had decided they were weak and helpless.

"All of you, try your hardest to keep the situation under control. If you're hurt immensely in any way, come back to me so I can return you. Lazarus, Battler, Odysseus, go attack with whatever you have. Nomia, you use surf to tide them off for a little. I don't want you four getting too involved, so as soon as we create a big enough diversion we're out of here." N ordered; taking a defensive stance near the center of the field. His Pokemon started attacking immediately; lashing out at their enemies with whatever they had.

One of the men ran towards N with their knife drawn. N had never really been in this kind of situation before, so he reacted as quickly as possible and lashed out to grab the knife as the older man lunged towards him. N winced; realizing that that wasn't the best idea in the world... yet, surprisingly, it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would. "Your knife," N began; smiling over towards the man. "It's dull. What do you plan on doing to me with that?"

Before either of the two could say anything else, a black fog overtook the area and temporarily blinded he, his Pokemon, and the mugs for the most part. N, unsure of what was going on instantly kicked forwards. He kneed the man where it hurt most and instantly began backing up in an attempt to gather his Pokemon together as the stranger wallowed on the ground in pain. Sure, it had been a low blow, but the green-haired man wasn't exactly in a position to care.

"Guys, stay together!" He called out; grouping together with his Pokemon as Nomia gathered up a huge tidal wave to slam against his opponents. This could get messy, but it wasn't like it had never happened before... Although, N was rather concerned about White. Where had she gone...? He thought he had heard someone call his name over the noise, but could it have been N's imagination? Rather than thinking about it, the leader braced himself for whatever was about to happen.

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[ELIJAH]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 314px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dadada] At least she wasn't trying to fight him off, for that he was grateful, it made the whole running away idea plausible. His own hand gripped hers tightly, as they ran for it. He heard her plea to go back for N, but in his mind, all he had to focus on was to keep her safe. Of course, he had hoped that N had listened to him, but a quick glance over his shoulder told him that was not the case. White screamed, jolting back Elijah's attention. He stopped pulling as his eyes found the knife, half-buried into her leg. A shiver wracked through his body at the sight of it, blood dripping where the blade and flesh met. He would've asked the stupid question of 'Are you alright?' if it were not for the fact that the sounds of the scuffle nearby was keeping him on edge. The man who had stabbed White seemed to be distracted with N at the moment, as well as the smog that had enveloped the alley. He placed a hand on White's back, helping her ease down on the pavement as blood poured out of the wound. The next thing he knew, White was placing a pokeball into his hands, telling him to make a run for it with N. The blond growled, pushing the pokeball back to her, shaking his head. "As if I'd leave you here, dummy." He mumbled, trying to smile, but failing as he looked concerned over the wound. "They'll dock my pay for sure." said Elijah, laughing weakly. He looked over his shoulder, relieved that the men had yet to come chase them. He could only assume that N was keeping them busy over all the commotion. Arkadius, the Houndoom, stood guard over them, body tense, eyes alert. He could barely see past the darkness himself, but he relied mostly on his ears for it. Elijah bent over next to White, fingers brushing over the blade's hilt. The knife had to go. No way he was going to leave it in, possibly hurt her more. He unhooked his bag, and took out a couple of spare towel and first-aid kit, and then looked at her firmly. "I'm going to take out that knife, alright? It's going to hurt, but we need to get it out so that it can heal. I'll pull it out, disinfect it, cover it with the towel and then wrap it up to prevent the bleeding." He motioned to the towel, gauze, and disinfectant now in his hands. "At the same time, you need to try and not shout okay? Here. Bite into this, it'll muffle the noise." said Elijah, as calmly as possible. He handed over the other towel to her, nodding grimly. He looked up, and sure enough, his Murkrow was perched on one of the railing above, looking at them. "Right, Avis. I need you to take a note to N." He said, suddenly getting an idea. He dropped the things on the ground and searched his bag for a pen and paper. He quickly wrote down 'You should get out of there now. We'll meet you in the park instead.' He handed over the note to Avis, who took it by the claw. "After you give it to him, get the attention of one of the police, steal his hat or something, and lead him down to those thugs, we'll let the authorities handle this instead. Keep safe." The Murkrow nodded, taking flight immediately. Elijah quickly turned his attention back to the White. "Ready to get that knife out?" The Murkrow flew through the alley, in the next moment she could already see the thinning smog. The pair hadn't gotten far at all, not with all the confusion. Avis dipped lower, slowing down as she alerted them of her presence with a caw. She flew swiftly enough, dropping the note by N's feet before flapping her wings and gaining altitude. Now all she had to do was find a police officer.

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