Alone, cold and bored. [Tristan]

[Stryker]

It was the day of a full moon, the day right before the celebration of giving. It was supposed to be a happy day, great day of opportunity, a day of meeting new people or pokemon, a day of making friends. It was supposed to be the day of family, but for Stryker's case there wasn't one. Instead of doing any of the above, he woke, within a tree, to a human town, in his human form. There was a layer of soft snow everywhere, covering everything in its chilly embrace. Stryker sighed, unhappy. He was alone, cold and mostly alone. No human would want my company. he thought, feeling distant and sad. He had the feeling that he should be doing something, something important. But what's the use, I can't remember my pokemon life. Or if I even had one. he thought looking down on the people below. It was busy, around the early evening, every human in a rush for something. Wonder what's going on. he thought as he watched from the leafless tree, hidden poorly, but enough within the branches. He tried to think happy thoughts, but as minutes went by he drew back into a depressing mood. Lost in another unfamiliar human town. No food. No shelter, he thought shivering as an icy wind blew, No friends. Why is my curse doing this. Why was I cursed. Why are bad things happening to me. he thought sulking within his tree. He looked at the humans, envying their lives, memories, and happiness. Why can't I be happy? Is that too much to ask? he thought sniffling. 

[Tristan Blake]

As Tristan walks through the town, he wonders exactly why he always ends up the one who searches the towns. One would think that someone of Tristan's status and capabilities would be kept in the castle, making sure that all is well, but no, the castle just has to send Tristan out to search for those with magical abilities for who knows why. Tristan knows that sending him on such quests is a good idea, but he knows for a fact that no one in the castle even knows of his abilities, so he knows that they never use that as an excuse. Regardless, Tristan would never disobey the orders of his superiors, so he continues to walk, searching for any who show any signs of unnatural abilities.

While Tristan is walking around, he notices that all of the people in the town seem to be bustling more than usual, however, the White Knight doesn't exactly know why. After a bit of listening to those around him, Tristan realizes the reason for all of the commotion. Tristan doesn't agree with what the people are doing, but he has no reason or jurisdiction to do anything about it.

Tristan slows his walking when he sees a subtle green aura form in a barren tree over in the corner of the east side of the market. Without even using his sensory abilities, Tristan can obviously tell that the origin is magical in some way or form. Tristan slowly and nonchalantly walks over to the origin of the light, not acting all that concerned with the occurrence, knowing that, if there is someone there, they have little way of escape.

When Tristan arrives at the tree, he looks up into it to see a young man whose green hair seems to shimmer in the evening sunlight. Tristan doesn't take any time of hesitation as he addresses the young man, not wishing to wait for an explanation.

"You there, state your name and business. I am Tristan Blake, the first of the Three Musketeers of the Crystal Kingdom and it is of great importance that you answer my question, otherwise, this encounter could end bittersweetly." Tristan says, not wavering in his speech at all.

[Stryker]

"Who me? Why, I'm only being highly depressed, alone, cold and mostly depressed on this day of giving." he said, It is the day of giving right? No idea, perhaps this man wishes to harass me. he thought as he paid close attention to 'Bittersweetly'. "And what if I wish to not give out my name? That's a really personal question from a human I just met." he said calmly as he stood on the branch. He eyed the human with an unconcerned, narrowed eye. Eyeing him as if Stryker had better things to do than talk to this proud, confident human dressed in white. He blew on his hands, hoping to warm them up for what he might have to do to escape from this odd human. He shivered again, cursing his weakness to the cold. "Anyways, if you wish for me to be somewhere else, I can oblige. There's never anything for me to do, besides get cold and be depressed. What else can you be if you recall nothing?" He asked as he climbed higher up the tree, where branches of other tree nearby intersect. "Cold, alone, and depressed. Isn't that pitiful? My very existence is pitiful." he said smiling, thinking about the poor effort to guilt trip the man. With great speed he wordlessly ran and leaped to the next tree, bounding between the branches, warming himself up a little as he made his tree escape from the stupid human. I'd rather not be killed, injured, or humiliated by a cold hearted human today. No thanks. he thought shivering as he ran in the trees. I do hope I can find a warm place to rest later. Its so cold.

[Tristan Blake]

As Tristan listens to the young man speak, the White knight begins to become increasingly impatient with the green fellow. Tristan quietly listens as the boy explains how personal it is to give one's name out to strangers despite the fact that he himself was given Tristan's name. Then, as the boy mentions leaving, Tristan takes not of the boy's hint at his own amnesia. So..even he doesn't know who he is? If he's another drug addict.. Tristan thinks as he watches the boy.

As the boy begins to increase in altitude, Tristan knows that a chase is most likely inevitable, so he tenses his body, ready for anything. When the boy makes one last comment, it becomes apparent that the boy is simply trying to make the musketeer feel regret for his previous comment, however, Tristan feels no such regret, especially considering the fact that the boy is now running away, using the trees as a method of transportation.

With a jump Tristan begins running, following after the green boy quite effortlessly. Tristan notes how quickly the boy runs, despite it not being all that difficult to keep up. After the chase ceases, either because the boy notices that he won't escape or simply because the boy runs out of energy, Tristan slows down as well as he examines the boy closely. Tristan, tired of questions, uses his sensory abilities to look at the boy, who Tristan now identifies as nothing at all similar to a boy.

"So, you are a Pokemon, hmm? Why didn't you just say so in the first place? If I were any other officer of the Templar, I would have killed you on the spot, so I wouldn't try guilt tripping me so early. Now then, could you explain to me exactly what you know, if you know anything? I may be able to help you, or at least prevent you from being stabbed.." Tristan says, releived that he doesn't have to kill anyone tonight.

[Stryker]

As he ran, he noticed that the man was following. Quite effortlessly too. Why do I have all the bad luck with humans? I just want to get warm. he groaned inwardly as he stopped, climbing higher up the tree he was now on. Panicking slightly, he hyperventilated as he looked for somewhere he could hide. "Shut up. Why should I tell you what I know? How can I trust you?" he shouted as he shivered again. "I don't need help. I'm fine.." he said between clenched teeth. Once again, terrible luck on me. Why in the reverse world am I here. Why. Just why. he fumed inside. I would greatly appreciate having secrets to myself. Not some human sniffing up my secrets. he thought grumbling to himself as he sneezed. "Leave me alone. I'd rather be alone than to be with bothersome humans. Mostly you." he spat, not liking the human very much. Confused, cold and frustrated, he turned to the sky, looking for the moon. Night barely even started. It's going to be a long night. 

[Tristan Blake]

Tristan's anger begins to peak as the creature climbing ever higher in the tree orders the Knight to quiet himself, even going as far as to question his trustworthyness. After the typical "I'm fine" segment of the 'boy's' pity party is over, he speaks about his distrust for humans, Tristan specifically. Tristan looks at the boy, the black in his eyes overbearing.

"You wish to know why you should trust me?" Tristan says, his body tensing up as he looks directly into the boy's eyes. Tristan creates an intense fog around the area with the subtle movement of a finger, this fog is so thick that the entire area is completely nontranversible by mortals. Tristan increases the power of the fog until the Haze is pitch black, creating the feeling that night itself has already covered the town.

Tristan forms his black wings on his back as he bounds up the the boy in an instant, not losing any time doing to. Tristan, now mere inches away from Scyther, speaks clearly and surely to the creature before him. "The reason you should trust me, is because I am no human. And, if you'd rather not see me, that can be arranged, it is my job to exterminate people like you. So either you help me understand your situation, your I help you understand mine." Tristan says, lifting the Haze and getting rid of his wings, his eyes still holding that ever pure and peaceful black color of old..

[Stryker]

"Of course you're not a human. Nooooo, that would be too much. You are an offspring of some deity am I right?" he mutters under his breath as he stares right back into the man's cold eyes. Surrounded in the pitch black fog, he grumbled more. "People like me? And what kind of people am I? Someone far less superior than you I suppose. You seem to think you're better than most people, am I correct?" he asked with acid laced in his voice, his back to the tree. This human irks me. he thought, unafraid and mostly angry. "Fine, I suppose, I'll disappear as the morning comes, which I think is too long for the both of us. Deep in winter, nights last far longer." He said calmly glaring daggers at the human. Now if only I had a weapon. I could probably leave. Perhaps have fun. Nope, too much to ask isn't it? he thought, the cold forgotten at the moment. I suppose I should leave now, but this human won't let me will he? Probably not. he thought, examining his situation. 

[Tristan Blake]

As the creature gives a response, it gives Tristan the more-than-an-inkling feeling that the green boy had seen Demigods before. Of course, as the Pokemon continues to speak, mentioning a bit about Tristan's outlook on people, the White Knight's veins begin to pump more readily. However, Tristan restrains himself as the creature goes on to explain the timing of his condition.

"Young man, I am not the offspring of a deity, I am much more than that, but, to reveal my true identity to you is just as dangerous as showing a person like you to the public. And, about you, your stance in my eyes has nothing to do with my job. You see, I have been tasked, as have all those in residing in Crystal, to do everything in my power to destroy those with unearthly powers. Of course if I were to tell anyone about you, you would be beheaded, plain and simple, and, considering I knew you had power the second you came here, I could have killed you on the spot, so I have done you a favor. The least you could do is work with me. From what you've told me, I can make nothing of your curse, which is what I assume it is, other than narrowing down the list of possible cursers insignificantly. So please, I truly wish not to have to send you to the guillotine, so work with me a bit." Tristan says, his more..moral side preventing him from utterly vaporizing the pest where he sits.

[Stryker]

Stryker absently listened to Tristan talk about something, looking below the tree for something entertaining. "If you were to tell someone of importance of my existence, it would be pointless. Jeeze, how uncivilized humans are." He muttered, shifting his weight on the branch. If I have to. he thought, eyeing Tristan a bit more, looking for any traces of bad intention. "Fine. You sound more civilized. Give me a warm place, and I'll try to work with you. Most of the time." he said starting to shiver a bit more once again. I really don't like the cold. Why am I bad with the cold. he thought, wishing to be somewhere safe and warm. Maybe alone. Perhaps I should be more civilized. Then again, he is cold. Decisions decisions. he thought still wanting to run. I'd probably have more luck in the cold than with humans here. he thought. The sunset is pretty. he thought looking in the direction of the glow of the setting sun, calming him down. But I still don't know where I am. Also drearily alone, with an irritable human. he thought. "Such a shame the morning can't arrive fast enough." he muttered, laced with sarcasm. 

[Tristan Blake]

Tristan looks at the Pokemon as he speaks, listening as he mentions civility and importance. Tristan looks down at the ground when the boy mentions a place with warmth in which to stay, and Tristan almost rolls his eyes when hearing the last witty response. After the boy's speaking segment is over, Tristan begins his own.

"Listen young one, and listen closely. If anyone were ever to figure out about you, you would no longer be connected to your body by your neck. Don't you understand? Even if you don't belong here, your magical curse still is here, and if anyone sees that, you are a dead creature. Now, I will help you find shelter for the night, but only because I know for a fact that your..'ability' was not caused by your own will" Tristan says as he jumps down from the tree, motioning for the boy to do the same. Tristan slowly begins to walk in the direction of the nearest hotel, however, he will only begin walking faster if his new acquaintance follows.

[Stryker]

Listening to the man speak about the consequences of being discovered, he sighed. "Still, it's only going to be for a night. And even if someone does try to kill me, I'll either hide i the trees or go down fighting. I have no family. Just a great tree with a bunch of pokemon following me. " he mused as he slowly followed Tristan down the tree shakily. Maybe I have a better chance of living if I stay in the forest. He thought as he climbed down. "If you do hate my guts, why don't you just leave me to freeze?" he asked as he followed Tristan a few paces behind. A few pokemon approached the two humans, curious of what to make of them. Winter deerling watched Stryker with curiousity, perhaps wondering why a human had the aura around him of a pokemon. 

[Tristan Blake]

Tristan listens to the 'boy' as he speaks with confidence of his capabilities and the knight decides to say nothing of the matter. Tristan looks at the cursed being when he asks his question. Tristan begins to answer as he looks at the Deerling that, for whatever reason, have congregated in the city to watch the pair.

"Well, you see, if I did let you stay in that tree, I would be breaking protocol by ignoring beings like you; while I'm with you, I'm at least investigating the situation. Besides, it is completely against my nature to leave someone to die, and I couldn't possibly kill an 'innocent' person." Tristan says as he passes by the grass types as he opens the door to an inn.

If his follower follows behind him, Tristan will hold to door open for him before inevitable heading to the admission desk. A young lady looks at him. "Hello there sir, what may we do for a royal like yourself?" She asks, her face not showing any signs of suspicion.

"I'd like a room for two, please, one with a balcony if you have one." Tristan says, hoping to be able to keep an eye on the moon's position.

"Okay then, you'll get room three twenty. It's two floors up; the second door on the left. Will you be paying for this visit personally, or should we charge the castle?" the girl asks, still showing signs of innocence.

"I'll be paying for this one. It won't be a bother if I pay in the morning, correct?" Tristan asks, his eyes watching the almost too innocent girl closely.

"Of course, that will be fine. Here is your key. If there is anything you need, I will be here for most of the night" She says before turning around to rearrange something.

Tristan looks at the key before motioning for his 'friend' to follow. As he walks up the stairs, the floor beneath him creaks, however the building seems stable. Tristan opens the door with the key and holds to door open for his acquaintance as he waits for him to enter.

[Stryker]

Keh, beings like me. I'm the only one. he thought as he listened to the human go on about protocol, morals and so on. He looked at the deerling and sighed. Well now, great evening huh. he thought as the few deerling run off. He kept silent as Tristan talked to another human, trying to not look like he had better things to do. I hope the nights over with soon. I want to leave. he thought, starting to feel depressed. He climbed the creaky steps with light feet, almost light enough to not cause the stairs to creak. Almost. 
Arriving in the room, he hesitated, unsure of what to make of the room. Enclosed. Small. he thought, feeling like a trapped animal, his instinct to run trying to urge him to flee. Steeling himself, he walked straight towards the balcony, honestly wishing to be somewhere warm and familiar. But that was still too much to ask for. 
"Perhaps I should start with what I know." he muttered staring into the cold, snowy sky, "Seems that every time there is a full moon or new moon I appear in a random human town, or castle, in the form of a human. No memory of my pokemon self. I only recall fragments of memory, each coming back eventually during the night. When the sun rises I disappear , returning to my home. Wherever that is." he muttered, not wanting to see the human at the moment of thinking. 
"So I take it you want to know what I can recall, hm?" he asked, regretting every decision he was making. Truly do not want to be here. I don't want to be near humans. I don't want to do anything, but sulk in a corner. A warm corner. he thought closing his eyes, shrinking a bit in his depression. 

[Tristan Blake]

Tristan listens as the 'boy' begins to speak what he knows about his 'curse'. Moon, human, random, memories and the lack thereof--Tristan thinks about all of this as he tries to think from where the curse could possibly originated. Tristan crosses off several of his relatives in his mind, knowing that a curse of this level would not be one their wavelength, and he crosses of a few more, knowing that a curse such as this is not in anyway their 'style'.

When the boy imagines the inevitable, Tristan looks at the boy standing in the balcony. For once, Tristan feels almost sorry for the young man who had his home taken away from him, but Tristan knows that the boy at least has a home, and it's obvious that he returns to it after the night is over.

"Yes, you are not mistaken in thinking that I wish to know how much you do about your previous self. If there is anything, anything at all you can remember about your home other than it being a tree, that could be very helpful in solving your curse." Tristan say, as he turns his head slightly, swearing that he had heard something.

Tristan waits for a reply, watching as the night finally begins to settle it. Still quite a bit of time until sunrise..Maybe..I can figure this out.. Tristan thinks as he sits down on the bed closest to the door, not wishing to incroach on the boy's already shrinking bubble.

[Stryker]

As Tristan asked Stryker to think about his home, a sharp pain pierced his thoughts, making him wince slightly. He growled in annoyance. "Well, there is the wall. But that's all I can recall at the moment. A huge wall, made of branches, keeping unwanted people and rougues away." he muttered. He couldn't bother remiding the human that the tree was huge, thinking it would be a waste of time. I do hope I'm quite done. Honestly can't remember anything else. he thought as he crossed his arms, one icy hand on his temple. "Pointless information." he muttered as he opened his eyes a bit, looking to the stars. "Isn't today supposed to be special? For both people and pokemon?" he asked to no one in particular. "Even if my family was killed, at least I'd be with pokemon...?" he said in a very quiet voice, unsure if he had a family. Though ha was leaning towards no, he wanted to be a bit positive, in the situation he was in at the moment.