Two Lone Rangers [Complete!]

[Rufioh Nitram]

Rufioh stands just outside of Vermilion City, at the very westernmost edge of Route 11. Just kinda looking out over the area, and taking pause. He retrieves a Pokéball, a special one with ridiculous horns attached on either side. As he opens it, a rather large brown beast is released into reality.

"Hey Timber... So... You feeling ready?" Rufioh touches the Bouffalant's horn, sorta petting it.
Timberbull looks to his trainer, then to the landscape in front of them.

"We're in the mainland now... No more islands and treehouses for us..."
Timber snorts.
"Well, yeah... I know you were...never a fan of the treehouses, yourself..." Rufioh adds, considering the buffalo's point of view.
Timber seems satisfied with that.

They both walk down a small slope, toward a large expanse of greenery. A big clearing of tall grasses, essentially. "Looks like a pretty friendly place to start for a grazer like you, huh?" Rufioh notes, looking toward his 'mon.
The Bouffalant nods slowly, then looks over to the left, and indicates that direction with a tilt of his head.
"Wha? Naw, that's...Diglett Cave, it says. I'm not much for caves... Let's just look through the grass here. I'll try to find some...critters or something... You can just graze until something shows, ok?"
Timber lifts his brow and gives a tilting nod of his head. Yeah, solid deal.

They both wander into the tall grass, Timber dipping his head and munching on grass, while Rufioh shuffles through it, looking for Pokémon... Well, he's especially looking something ELSE, something special, but he knows that in all probability, he's not gonna find THAT creature right away in his journey. What're the chances of that.

[jakeirwin]

Unfortunately, if anyone was going to be finding anything, it certainly wouldn't be today.

At least from Jake's perspective, anyway. Through some gaping load of piping-hot hogswallop, his skulltop had remained inconsolable after its few dips in the briney deep the other day- and while it was an incredibly durable piece of work (for an incredibly active adventurer, of course), after the third blue screen that day, it was becoming quickly evident that he would not be looking up a map today. As Jake muttered and cursed in rather colorful and unbecoming terms under his breath, Beretta let out a soft noise of concern from upon his shoulder.

"Don't you worry, turtledove! Just a minor setback." He grinned, reaching up to pat her head, only to have the lower part of his body collide with something large, warm, and hairy. Without a second thought or even bothering to remove his helmet, Jake placed his hands upon the hairy obstacle and vaulted himself over it with little effort, much to Beretta's shock and apparent fear.

"Hm?" Jake mused as he landed back on solid ground, standing and brushing the dirt from his palms that made itself present upon landing. Whatever was the matter with her? She hadn't been this anxious earlier... Jake paused, taking a moment to remove his helmet to see...

oh.

Ooooh.

"Oh, hello old chap!" Jake flashed the Bouffalant a sheepish grin. "Sorry to interrupt, I didn't see you there! Hope the fare is aces!"
And, with a salute, he opted to keep on walking, skulltop under one arm and a very, VERY worried Squirtle clinging to the sleeve of the other.

[Rufioh Nitram]

Hm? What's that? Rufioh looks up from his search through the grasses, after barely getting started. He thought he heard a voice...

Oh, there's some kid over there near Timber, and--

What is he dOING OH LORD


Rufioh full-on sprints through the tall grass (please no random encounters, please no random encounters...!) to get to the scene in time. "Timber no!!!"
The Bouffalant huffs hot air from his nostrils, and lurches forward into a charge toward the human boy (whose back is turned, evidently). RUDE.
All Rufioh can hope to accomplish is latching onto Timber's horn and holding on tight, attempting in futility to slow down the beast.

95 kilos of horn and beef come barrelling toward Jake.
Yeah maybe he'll forgive the boy.
Maybe later. After this.

[Rufioh Nitram]

((Jake stepped down from his position here, so - I'm just going to wrap this up in "my own way"
Let's send Jake off proper, shall we?))


Just as Timber's horns meet Jake's body, he lifts his head up abruptly. The boy's behind is lifted into the air posthaste.

Jake: Ascend

With the momentum from that headbutt, English is hoisted skyward at an alarming rate. Both Bouffalant and troll crane their necks up to watch the adventurer lift into the heavens, becoming smaller and smaller until he's lost from sight completely.


ding




He's part of the cosmos now.......................