Arabian Night

[Stryker]

The sky growing ever darker as the sun made way for the moon, cast a shadow over the poor city. A dry breeze blew over, and in a dark, secluded alley, appeared a strange, small green glow. It faded, reveling a boy around the age of fifteen, dressed in light, green and white clothing. His green hair shimmered as the last of the sun's glow faded. Replaced by the full moon, that hung over like a benevolent silver eye. With a start, Stryker awoke, yet again in a very different place. Saddened that he had no knowledge of the place, no friends to help him, and very terribly alone. The loneliness driving a depressing and cold dagger in his heart, he stood from where he was lying down. Wondering what he should do to pass this lonesome night. He stood there, leaning against the wall of a building, and examined this new place. Seems to be a populated desert town. It would do my more good if I was someplace elsewhere. With trees, I do love trees.... he thought, looking at the passing people in the distance with eyes of saddness. Not remembering his past life left a large gap in him. Like he was a puzzle, and that there were missing pieces. Perhaps something interesting would appear, Maybe a new friend. he thought, trying to lift his declining spirits. But he looked down at the ground, a sad look falling over him. A disheartening sight for any onlookers, yet who would have the time to play and become friends with this human who was supposed to be a pokemon? 

[Natu]

A girl with pink hair felt lonely in her secret thieving hideout all by herself. Her husband had wondered off on some sort of "special" mission, a mission she wished he would let her go on. However ever since the two of them ran into that weird temple and weirdo... He has just been acting weird. her husband Andrew wouldn't even let her go with him everywhere anymore.. It almost seemed like he was on some new mission or quest and she would just slow him down. What did she do to him? She could not help wondering as she walked the streets of the Desert Province most populace town. On such a wonderful night, would it not have been great for a date or something? She even wore her favorite red arabian dress that seemed to look like dancing flames from certain angles.

The girl with pink hair did not notice any sort of oddity green glowing light or a boy around the age of fifteen appearing. She was too busy wondering the busy dark streets, to a newcomer the streets would have looked amazing. Dancing fires and/or lights, dancing dark tanned females in red clothing, snake performers, and just many arabian themed entertainers lined up trying to cheer whom ever was walking by to get a piece of copper. There seemed to be few slaves wondering about trying to get things done carrying this or that, the slaves were easily recognizable by the chains on their wrists.

It was all beautiful but it was all a lie and Natu the oink hair girl knew it. She knew it was also her family's failure that all the Desert Province people attempted to enjoy the nights to their fullest. If Olivae had it bad with their starvation, the Desert province just had it ten times worst. She attempted to smile and giggly at a random fire juggler who decided it would be more entertaining to randomly throw snake pokemon into his flame juggling, the poor pokemon could not stop hissing. Natu had no idea what the snake was saying but it was still entertainment. Sure the snake was not being hit by the fires, but certainly looked like animal abuse from the right angle. There were no heroes that would attempt to rescue such a lowly pokemon, but then Natu did not know what had arrived to this hero-less land.

[Stryker]

Peering over the building, his eyes caught on a girl in a fiery dress. Curious and somewhat attracted, he darted closer out of the alley. Is there something going on? Come to think of it, the streets do look rather stunning. he thought, slowly making his way out of the secluded alley. Dancing fires and lights fascinated him, intrigued him. For what purpose is this for? And what of the people in chains? he thought, wandering through the amazing streets. Like a child, he wandered around, curious and intrigued by the entertainers, watching as men threw and caught lit torches in fascination. He had no knowledge of the situation in this place, not knowing that this place was suffering. 
Nearing the girl with pink hair and a fiery red dress again, his ears picked up a distressed cry for help. He turned, his red eyes locking on the the human offender. The ekans was hissing for help, as well as cursing the human with many many choice swear words. "That's fairly cruel, don't you think?" he said to no one in particular, moving with agile ease, he snatched the poor pokemon out of the cycle within the lit torches slightly off timed. His hand was only a bit burned, only stung a little as he gently placed the ekans down, allowing it to take a bite out of the rump of the juggler. He smiled, amused about the man's reaction. The snake pokemon slithered back to him, hissing in satisfaction. Smiling, Stryker knelt down, and stroked it on the belly, receiving a happy response. "At least you're fine." he said, standing up, ignoring the weird glances from people, and/or screams of panic, fear and hysterical screams.

[Natu]

The man juggling the fires and random ekans was suddenly approached by a man with short green hair and two swords. The newcomer snatched the ekans out of the juggling and was slightly burned. The pink hair girl could not help wonder who this newcomer was, he seemed to wore the outfit of a forgotten place... Seemingly to ignore everyone around the guy knelt down and spoke with the pokemon snake, wait...The pokemon seemed to respond... This was certainly new to her, she liked this randomness... this random hero.

She decided to disappear in the crowd and follow the newcomer, maybe it was all a disguise... Maybe he would lead her to Andrew, heck maybe he may break her boredom. She was ready for anything this odd random newcomer would do.

[Stryker]

Stryker stood back up as the ekans slithered off into freedom beyond the bustling town. At least he has his freedom. Well, I might as well enjoy this evening somewhere quiet. he thought, swiftly moving his way between people. Hm, where should I go? he thought, wandering aimlessly before entering a dark alley, climbing a tall building for a better view of the place. He sat down on the edge of the building, looking down on the people below. His swords rested along his body.
Stryker looked at his singed hand with a grimace. A foolish mistake. Should have waited. he thought sighing, he rubbed it gently. There's nothing to cool this down anytime soon. Maybe I'll just spend my night sitting here. he thought checking the position of the moon. "Too much time." he said softly to himself. He looked curiously down at the events unfolding below, most of them of entertainment. Sitting on the ledge, silhouetted by the moon, he continued to observe the going ons below, not noticing if he was being followed or not.

[Natu]

The newcomer released the snake back into the desert, the creature probably won't survive out there without help or assistance. The snake was probably from another side of the country, oh well too late now. She followed the guy some more, he seemed to be wondering with no aim.. did he know she was following him? What was his game?

She tried her best to stay out of sight and not tripping on pans and such. Eventually after who knows how long of walking to nowhere... The guy began climb a tall building, probably to see if she was still following him, yeah that was the reason had to be. She quickly climbed up after him as silently as she could manage. She reached a higher spot than him and watched as he looked at his singed hand. She gave a smile, pulled out a small healing leafy potion that helped out with burns, she mainly kept it out of of habit and unpredictability. Squirt this stuff on a nice random stone where the enemy was following, they slide everywhere. With a practice flick of the hand she had successfully had the bottle land precariously nearby the guy, then with expertise thievery skills hide behind the wood beam that helped hold the tall building together.

[Stryker]

Upon hearing a clink very near him, he turned in the direction of where it was thrown. Someone was following me. With that amount of noise down below distracting me, of course. he thought, picking up the odd bottle and turning it over in his hands. He looked up behind him, judging by how the bottle had fallen. Perhaps my stalker wishes to help me...? he thought, uncertain. Scanning the area above him, he sighed. No one was above him it seemed. Unless they are small enough to hide in a very tiny space, but what are my chances of that? he thought sighing, facing back to look below him, like a benevolent overseer. "You can show yourself anytime. If you wish to not be seen it's alright." he said out loud, to whoever was following him. 
In his mind was more calm than usual, just a quiet sadness, tinged with loneliness. He closed his eyes, thinking about what to do if he wasn't being followed. Maybe I'll just sit here for the entire night. Bored. Nothing to do. Probably alone.  he thought, testing what the bottle held. It healed his burn, replacing the itch with a pleasant cool feel. How very kind.  he thought, grateful to whoever had gave it to him. 

[Natu]

He spoke out to her , oh he was good, then she did just gave him the bottle, oh well. She smiled at his words, come out? She would be delighted to, just her clothes were stuck to the beam, she'll have to slowly remove each one and what fun it would be to yell " be Down in a sec!" then take hours? Instead she stayed quiet remove each piece of the outfit from the beam, dropped the cloth down to the newcomer screaming, Watch out! Magical cloth! If it touches you you'll burn!! Quickly take over!" She grinned at how realistic her worried scream sounded, if he believed her she'll play it off like she was some sort of fire goddess, the joy. She quickly swung down and landed with each on of the random wooden beams sticking out, she landed with such gymnastic expertise it would easily believe that she was some sort of gifted goddess or nonsense.

She smiled largely her pink hair sitting on her shoulders, her dress was missing the red cloth but still held the Arabian style to it. The dress she wore today had a silky feeling to it and really loved to move with her body, it was not her favorite but it still felt comfortable.

[Stryker]

Stryker stayed there for a while, until he heard the scream warning him about the cloth. He jumped to his feet and hopped to the top of another nearby building, and stared, judging the girl who reveled herself. If she was going to hurt him by dropping that cloth, then perhaps he should avoid her. If she didn't mean to, at least with a bit of effort she could have grabbed them out of the air? Could she really though? he thought leaning tiredly on the wall of the dusty building. The girl did look pretty. I wonder if she is with someone? he thought, looking at the sky, checking the position of the moon. Though I may seem impatient, I wish the night would end soon. There's nothing to do.  he thought, looking back at the girl with curious eyes.

[Natu]

When the guy jumped out of the way she quickly made a move to grab the cloth out of air, before it had touched the ground, she had landed with a flip on her toes. She smiled to where the newcomer now on the top of a nearby building, very interesting she thought to herself at how talented his skills of movement were. She gave a huge smile and shouted, "Wow that was so close! Sorry about that! Man, that could have ended seriously bad. As the god of fire it helps me control my powers, so what is your name new comer!" Quickly she wrapped the red cloth around her waist so it won't fall again. She then sat down in the original spot where the newcomer was originally sitting, she hung her legs over the edge and swung them back and forth like a little kid. It was all a play she was watching him closely and wanted him to believe her to be silly and dumb. In reality she always felt empty and alone, the only time she felt complete was around Andrew, oh Andrew were was he? How could he leave her like this.

[Stryker]

Hm? Already she gave up her act? With such an easy mistake too. Shall I tell her of her failure? Or should I go with it? The choices... he thought, smiling softly to himself. Not trusting himself to not give it away, he sighed. "Indeed oh powerful fire god. My name is Stryker, what is your's?" he asked, his voice laced with a bit of sarcasm. "Where are your friends? Surely you must have at least some, wearing such a pretty dress on this fine evening." he asked, watching the girl closely. There is something tight with the way she was holding herself. Something odd with how she smiles. Perhaps I may be a bit too paranoid. he thought, somewhat doubting himself. "A pretty dress, complimenting your pretty self, might I add." he said, partially the truth. Aiming to pull her strings a little, get some answers on why it felt depressing near her. Then he'll probably play with her, have some fun on this otherwise uneventful night.

[Natu]

She noticed the sigh, he was not buying it, oh well it was all in good fun. She would keep up the act, she always loves to keep up the act. "Well Great Stryker, I am Atun. " She started to shout and smile at this point, the night had started to creep in. The guy then ask where her friends were, and of course complimented her dress. He must have came from a place of high authority or somewhere with trickery. It was rare for someone to ask a question then block the question with a compliment. She knew it was best not to answer the question with truth, that she was all alone and missed her beloved hubby. So she just flew on by and pretended not to hear the question relating to friends. 'Why this lovely attire? It came from the flames of the heart, founded in the desert of timeshift. What about yourself, what an odd attire for this area. Are you from the Slave trade traveling to and from the East?" There was two possible answers from him, he would tell the truth and say no; or he would quickly use the slave trade as a reason to travel this far... That or it just might be, if he was from slavetrade she should have seen him before, not only that but slavetraders never treated pokemon with kindness nor those of the Arabian lands. He would certainly be of great interest either way, this land had no heroes, yet a hero stood there. A hero was a symbol, a symbol could be of hope or despair; so what was this hero?

[Stryker]

Stryker listened to the girl speak, wondering why she chose to ignore his question. Perhaps, she is alone? he thought, listening to her continue the far fetched tale. "Impressive. I come from a far place, traveling everywhere I wish and anywhere I want. I'll be gone by morning." he said casually, making up a story as he went both true and false. He did travel to many places, but he did not have a choice. He was plopped at odd places, disoriented and confused. At least I'll be gone by morning. And what is a pretty girl doing all by her lonesome? he thought, still finding it odd that this Atun to be alone. Perhaps she was left out, cast aside by someone. "If you are alone, perhaps you can show me around? Or would you prefer to sit and watch as the sky changes?" he asked,hoping to be able to enjoy himself with the less than normal human girl who like to spin strange stories. Or perhaps he'll get left all alone again. There was truly nothing interesting going on, besides meeting with the strange girl.

[Natu]

Anywhere? Far place? What was this place? She felt her curiosity grew, she wanted to know more about this made up land of his. "What is this place like? Is it like my firey home of the sands?" He mentioned her being alone, the guy noticed of course, how lame. She felt a tad angry at him noticing her little thing, she quickly turned on her little smoke bomb. She sat a little longer listening to him, she felt her anger growing, she was not alone. She was never alone, Andrew would never leave her. The smokebomb was about to go off, she clinched her fists and dropped the bomb.The bomb started to go off creating a smokey fume all around her, almost as if she had summoned it. "You know what, I am never alone! I am the Goddess of fire! I have all my subjects you pitiful human!" She quickly used the smoke to fled the little scene into a near by ally. As soon as she thought she had lost him she began to tear up, she wasn't alone... She wasn't alone... She had Andrew... Right? The tears began to grow, she imagined the guy dying somewhere in the desert starving all alone. As the tears began to flow she huddled in a cold trashy corner of another ally a few buildings away. She began shiver at the sudden thought of being all alone, the tears flowed more. Why could she not stop crying? Why was it getting so dark and cold? She believed herself to be all alone, she believed herself not to be followed, she believed the guy never saw her in this moment in this condition.

[Stryker]

"Nope, my home is much leafier." Stryker said simply, not realizing that the girl was getting angrier and angrier for some reason. Hearing the outburst and seeing the smoke conceal her escape, Stryker stood on the building stunned. "What did I do? Was it something I said? Stupid me." he cursed himself, leaping back on the building she was on and looked around for where she hid herself. Searching for a bit, he spotted a flash of red in a dark, dusty alley. Jumping silently down the building, he approached the girl. I bet she is lonely. Gee, I wonder what gave that out. he thought, mentally punching himself for making her cry. Squatting beside her, he stroked her head and hugged her. "I'm sorry, you can tell me what's bothering you if you want. Or you could punch me." he said quietly to her, hoping to calm her down.