[FIN] Winter Wonderland

[Suudonym]

Luke turned his face instinctively, but without a means to cover his head, he was still vulnerable to the impact of the blows. His resistance gradually subsided, coming in increasingly briefer intervals, until it altogether died out.  

[Blood_Goddess]

In a fit of rage, even as Luke stopped it didn't seem like Kyle was going to stop himself anytime soon. It took the interference of Ryan, who had recognized the trainer's condition and his partners rage before stepped forward, and had to practically drag the larger man off by force

"That's enough! Enough! He's out, look!"
the two stood there for a moment, while Kyle caught his breath. the man standing up once more before kicking the trainer once, and storming off back down the slope, leaving Ryan to deal with the trainer again.  

[Suudonym]

The scene was frightening to Lorelei, who hung back behind a tree trunk despite being hidden from view through its natural abilities. The Mew had seen its teammates training, and it could imagine them in action against a foe, but it couldn't bring itself to act, instead lingering guiltily and worriedly near the unconscious trainer.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Without the double handed help from his partner, it took to two Rockets a longer time to get back to where their other team mates were.
Two other Rockets, dressed in the same color winter uniform as the two who had confrunted Luke were sitting around with various pokemon, going through a couple of boxes that had various repair tools.

The other male was the first to notice them, his hair much darker and his skin more tanned then the other grunts,
The other was a women, looking no older then her late teens, but with a rugged tired look to her features.

Jerome was standing to the back of the vehicle, while, no longer being stuck in the snow, was still not going anywhere anytime soon. Everything looked like it was in good order though, all that was left now was to wait for the mechanic that they called in.
He had to reassure Turret that it hadn't been her fault, she had done everything Jerome had told her to do and helped get the van out of the snow. But he had no way of knowing what was going on with it now, and why it wouldn't start.

Hearing his name being called out by Jamie, the man dressed in a similar uniform, but in white leaned back to peer out at where the grunts were, seeing immediately what he was being called for.

"Yo, who that?" Tremain asked, floating out from the van to look out across at the returning Grunts and the person they were dragging with them.

"D'no" Jerome grunted, stepping back out of the vehicle and making his way toward the front.
"The ******** S'this?" Jerome asked, making a gesture to the boy, then noticing Kyle's state "Ya gettin' N't fights Kyle?"

Kyle just scowled, scratching more dried blood off of his face with his good hand.

"We found this trainer flying around the forest, we think he might have seen us," Ryan explained, yanking the trainer forward and dropping him into the snow.

The movement drew Jerome's gaze down to the unfamiliar form, it wasn't hard to see the state of the trainer, a young man, if he had to guess he wouldn't be more then his early twenty's, though it was hard to tell with he bruises and blood on his face. From how Kyle was holding his arm too, Jerome would tell that the trainer put up a fight.
A frown crossed over the gangsters lips, as his hand reached up to rub the shaved side of his head, ********' great what the hell was he supposed to do with this?

"Go get yerself fixed up," Jerome said "We're ganna be sitting pretty on our asses for at least a couple 'a hours, ya picked a nice time t'pick a fight with someone."
This would give him time to figure out what the hell to do.

Leaving the talking for later, Jerome figured he would get the whole story once Kyle at least got his wrist immobilized.
Jamie, and Jaimee both stepped over to look down at the trainer curiously, while Ryan and Kyle went to retrieve the first aid kit out of the van.
"We'll get em by the fire, so he don't freeze." Jerome told them, letting Jamie nod and reach down to drag the kid over to the fire they had built while they waited.  

[Suudonym]

Luke's recognition of his surroundings was foggy and halting, and his body was heavy and unresponsive - an all in all frustrating condition given the sense of urgency that lingered in the back of his mind. Green eyes were open before he was really awake enough to understand what he was seeing, his breath shallow and his awareness occupied primarily by a sense of pain and tiredness.  

[Blood_Goddess]

"Yo" A tiny voice said into Luke's head, and a small hand was placed on his forehead as if to pull one of his eyelids open "Is yo awake now? I peep yo openin' yo eyes."

"Tremain leave him alone, he's not awake" A female voice said. causing the Jirachi to glance away from Luke.

"Yea he is ********', Check it!" The Jirachi replied excitedly.

The sound of foot steps in the snow approached, and then stopped "Oh, crap he is."  

[Suudonym]

The first semi-cohesive thought in his head was to wonder why Northern was blue, followed gradually by the understanding and accompanying confusion that he was not in a place where Northern should be. As he reflexively moved to shift his posture, he was met with the memory that his hands were tied, and that quiet, buzzing feeling of urgency started to become more tangible.  

[Blood_Goddess]

"Tremain don't touch him, you saw what he did to Kyle." the female voice said, "Just leave him alone."

"Man- Kyle one wimp a** b***h then, I ain't scare F'no playa, besides, he all tied up." For as small and young a voice as he had the Jirachi certainly showed very clearly who he spent most of his time around.
"He don' lok so scary, looks normal t'meh"
Even so, Tremain pulled his hand away from the human, ringing his hands together a little nervously as he continued to watch the new humans curiously.
"Wut we ganna do wit em?"

"I don't know, thats up to Jerome," The girl replied, stepping up next to where they had laid Luke and frowning down at him.  

[Suudonym]

Luke looked up at the unfamiliar girl standing nearby, thinking for a moment that if he could move suddenly enough he could probably kick her feet out from under her. He could understand enough to know that he would need a better grasp of the situation and a more thorough plan of action for that to get him anywhere, though, and so he chose against it for the time being - though as his cognition returned, so too did his previous wild defiance begin to spark and replace the haze in his expression.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Maybe he was going to become one of those human experiments that Zacharie sometimes mentions, Oh Zacharie would be so excited about that!
"Yo! Wut yo name?" Tremain asked, hovering a little over the humans "Was you spyin' on us? huh?" He asked, widening both eyes and opening his mouth with a light gasp "Kyle says you be spyin' on us."

The tired looking girl blinks once when Luke looked over at her, taking a slight step back and folding her arms across her chest. "Stop talking to him," she grumbled to the Jirachi, looking slightly uncomfortable she moved back toward the truck.  

[Suudonym]

If she didn't want him speaking with the Jirachi, then that was exactly what he was going to do. "Spying on what?" he said, his voice hoarse but incredulous - he saw little reason to give his name at this point and skipped to responding to the question. "I was about to turn around and go to work when I was suddenly shot out of the sky for no reason."  

[Blood_Goddess]

"Ya sayin' K was lyin'?" Tremain asked crossing his arms, his eyes still wide.  

[Suudonym]

"Sure sounds like it," Luke replied, shrugging partially. "Actually, you could say it's his fault I know there are Rockets out here at all. Walked right up to me with his uniform in plain sight."  

[Blood_Goddess]

"Well yeah." Tremain said as if it was obvious "We got Rockets all over N's**t. S'pretty cool! An the uniforms help ya know who yer brotha's are too, even if ya ain't ever met!"

"Aight T- S'enough." A deep voice said with a calm tone, thought carrying enough to be heard by the naive and talkative Jirachi.
more crunching snow gave way to two approaching figures, one Luke would recognize as the Rocket that had confronted him before, the shorter of the two, and with him was a man slightly shorter then Ryan, dressed in a white winter coat and a red R on the breast, his skin was much darker, and he had since put a white beanie on over his head as only half of it had hair.
contrasting colored eyes peered down at Luke was a calm and quiet expression, though with a careful study of the boy and his condition.
Walking right up to the trainer and kneeling down, while Tremain floated up behind the gangster's head
"S'yer story, red?"

"His name is Luke." Ryan told the Agent. "Luke fon- something." He frowned, and looked down at the Pokedex again. The one that had once belonged to Luke.

Jerome didn't comment, he wasn't likely to remember that anyway.
"Ya know who we are, don't ya?"  

[Suudonym]

Despite his condition, Luke didn't for a moment think himself helpless, and his stubborn determination clung to his disposition, green eyes by now clear and hot. Overall, however, he responded to the Rocket's calm demeanor in kind - though he certainly didn't give off the feeling of a person who would let the slightest opportunity escape him.

"Yeah," he answered straightforwardly. "You'd have a hard time finding anyone living in Kodo who doesn't know Team Rocket."