The CHARGESTONE Team

[quote="Kaze"]
"Thank you for your hospitality." The shining Simipour intones with a cheerful smile and a respectful bow before he carefully sits cross legged on the floor and accepts the offered can.
Human made food had never had much appeal to him, the difficulty of getting the metal containers open was irritating enough. However it was nourishment and more importantly it would keep until the storm was passed.
Fujimaru takes care not to directly approach the others, the way the Zebstrika and Persian both keep close to each other and to the sleeping Petitil showing they were bonded friends.
Carefully he examines the can. He had never been taught to read human script, the skill was of little use to him, but he can tell its exact contents by the picture.
Still keeping one hand close by his side should a threat suddenly materialize the Simipour carefully pries open the top of the can. The warm spicy scent of berry mush and the warmth of the fire are both welcome sensations after the dark and cold of the night outside.
Laying the still food-covered lid on the ground for Giri to eat Fujimaru smiles happily at the others.
"Greetings Abana." He directly addresses the Persian. "I am Fujimaru, Simipour from Pinwheel Forest and this-"
"Grrrron!" The Aron chips in, berry mush spread all over his face.
"Is Giri." Fujimaru finishes with a short laugh as Giri tries to take a bite of the can's lid and ends up flicking a bit of food onto his face. "There's quite a storm brewing outside." He adds as he wipes the mess off Giri's face to the tiny Aron's rumbled protests. " I am afraid it may not blow over for some time."
Carefully he strokes along Giri's shell as the Tiny Aron crunches down the last of the can lid and nuzzles at Fujimaru's knees for the rest.
Scooping out the last mouthful of the berry mush then sucking his fingers clean the Simipour takes care to peel off the label before he hands the can down to him.
"We are sorry to intrude." He finishes indistinctly before swallowing his last mouthful and bowing again.

Giri crunches down the last of the flat bit of metal and the mush of berries that was on it as his caregiver wipes the mess from his face, pausing only to check on his Lucky Egg.
Lightly butting the Simipour's golden knees and resting his large head in the Water Type's lap until the rest of the can is handed down to him Giri eats quickly, the sharp metal edges no trouble for his hard jaw.
Finishing the hard but thin metal he burps and sits on his hind legs to look around.
There is something very bright and warm that draws his attention to it.
Stumbling away from Fujimaru and moving rather quickly than could be expected on his stubby little legs the Aron toddles over towards the others.
He sees the twitch of the long white tail and again his mind draws a perverse kind of connection between that and the tasty dancing crystals.
With the Simipour tensed to leap in at any moment the Aron wanders friendlily up to the new pokemon.
"Grrrrrron~!" He burbles, his light pink eyes wide and innocent.
There is still a spot of berry at the corner of his mouth.
As if suddenly finding something very amusing he giggles and rocks back on his hind legs until he is sitting on his rump facing the other living. He waves his short arms and legs and burbles at them.

Lilli began having a terrible dream. However, everything was blurry, in visual and audio. Soon, the sounds died, and the vision was brought back to normal. She saw a Lilligant and a Roselia dead from their wounds, but the monster that they were attacking was also dead. The Petilil soon became frightened, though. She soon realized that these two grass types that died in battle were her mom and her dad, protecting their only egg from harm.

Lilli's eyes snapped open. She was breathing heavily and looked restless. She was beside Abana the whole time. She looked around the room and saw two unfamiliar faces. One of them was blue, and looked like he was very wise. The other one, however, looked very young, possibly younger than Lilli herself, and was still a bit naive. The Petilil couldn't help but giggle a little at the child's antics. She felt so happy to have friends like these guys that she completely forgot about her terrible nightmare.

Abana smiled softly and nodded at the Simipour that had just introduce himself as Fujimaru and the cute little Aron as Giri. She then listen to him as he said, "There's quite a storm brewing outside. I am afraid it may not blow over for some time. We are sorry to intrude." She look back at the wise looking Simipour and gave him a kind smile before she said, "You aren't intruding Fujimaru. The more living the better to be honest. It's just great to know there are more survivors out there." She then chuckled at Giri's antics and glance down to check on Lilli to see that the little grass type was awake. Abana smiled and gently wrapped her tail protectively around the little one.

With care and a reassuring smile at the others the Simipour drew the Samurwott blade from his sash and laid the large shell reverently across his legs. The handle worn from being gripped the inside of the blade was smooth and curved to lie flat against the body whereas the back was armor tough plates.
His nimble five fingered hands carefully undo the light blue sash at his side and, keeping a close eye on his mischevious charge, Fujimaru carefully wipes down his masters Seamitar with his sash.
Buffing the dark golden hardened shell to a smooth shine he carefully ran his fingers over it once again to check for flaws before retying the complicated knots that tied the one long piece of light blue cloth into the looped shape of his belt and sheathing the blade once more at his side.
The massive Seamitar is nearly as tall as he is and it snuggly armors his left leg against attack more firmly than the cascade of long dark blue fur that conceals much of his legs.
On him the long 'dress' of a Simipour is close enough to him to resemble a more military kind of garment. The deep sea blue fur smells fresh, steam-cleaned daily by the Simipour himself.
Finished both his care for his blade and his observations of the area Fujimaru arubtly stands and bows politely once more.
“Then I shall make tea.” He declares, striding towards the area where the pokemon food had been stored for both hungry patients and the nurses Audinos.
Beside it is an area where human food had also been stored.
The Simipour has caught sight of a familiar looking packet peeking out from behind the slightly open door.
This is where the supplies had been stored for the nurses taking a break from seeing pokemon and his sensitive nose was swift to pick up the scent of the refreshing and surprisingly addictive beverage his trainer had given all his pokemon to drink. No doubt these pokemon would be unaware of the substance but the Simipour had been very pleasantly surprised to find the paper bags filled with dried leaves were still intact.
The smell was different to the harsh bitter taste of the teas his Trainer had brewed from the wild herbs to heal all forms of illness to Fujimaru's brief disappointment. The strong bitterness was loathed by most pokemon but he had come to acquire a taste for the highly medicinal drink. Still the tantalizing scent of the kind of leaf that made it tea was what had drawn the Simian pokemon to the drink in the first place.
Agilely Fujimaru hooks his finger into the curling handle of the human drinking vessel and stacks four of the flat human saucers in his other hand.
Dropping seamlessly into the deep rituals of the tea ceremony he undoes the black tie from his head and wraps it around his wrist. The surprisingly long tufts of Fujimaru's hair falls around his face and with care he extracts clean water from the absorbant fur of one long lock to clean away the dust. Yes, it is good to be able to make tea.

“Grrrrron~!” Giri chimes again happily as he places his mouth around the curved top of the lucky egg and coats the hard stone in his drool. He runs his jaw against the solid stone hardness, feeling the point of his tooth about to come through before remembering he has an audience.
Babbling happily and kicking his legs in his amusement he picks up the Lucky Egg in his mouth, an impressive feat considering it is almost as large as he is, and carries it over to the other pokemon.
With Fujimaru still standing by and ready to swiftly intervene in case of trouble the tiny Iron Armor pokemon toddles innocently up to the trio by the fire.
He drops the egg at the feet of the green grass type and rocks back on his shell again babbling innocently.
"Grgrgrah" he burbles as if he is really talking as he cranes his head back to look up at the other two.
That soft blue thing looked invitingly bitable.
Giri made a cursory snap at the blanket but misses by miles and kicks his legs instead.
The warmth of the fire on his iron shell is warming him inside and that is making him a bit sleepy...

Lilli felt Abana wrap her tail around the young Petilil protectively. She watched as the little Aron, Giri, played around with a stone that was almost as large as, maybe larger, than him. He dropped it in front of Lilli, and for a moment, she simply looked at it. As he went over towards Chidori, the Petilil picked up the stone. She wanted to be careful not to get drool on herself, and she placed the stone beside Giri. She thought that he was cute, and realized that she was now going to have to be like an older sister to him.

Abana smiled softly as she watch the young steel type play around while from the corner of her eye she noticed that Fujimaru left to go to the kitchen to make some tea. She sighed as she recognized the word since Sapphire made sure she didn't have anything normal to drink but tea and cream. Abana much preferred water over the two others but she was willing to let Fujimaru make the tea and try it out to see if it still tastes the same or if it tastes different. She look over at Chidori and smiled softly at the Zebstrika while she relaxed and watch Giri and Lilli.

Moving as if in some form of bizzare dance Fujimaru elegantly moves through all the motions of the tea ceremony, removing the dried leaves from their paper bags and washing out the ceramic decorative tea pot they had formerly been stored in. The electric jug is left neglected on the dusty bench.
With care the shining Simipour makes every movement precise and accurate as he twirls around the kitchen, making the now rare human drink.
Happy memories of a mug of the bitter yet refreshing bevarge after a hard day of training ran through his mind. There was nothing like a warm drink after a thourough beating to make him feel better.
From inside his body he brings up the warmth of that memory into the soft tuft of his agile twitching tail, bringing the large reserves of water he had stored there to a boil.
Carefully the Simipour measures out the precise amount of scalding hot liquid he needs into each ceramic vessel, humming a favorite song of his under his breath as he works.
Not only does the amount of boiled water to tea leaves have to be just perfect (he is aiming to impress after all) but he has to take care to perform every step of the tea creation ceremony correctly.
These leaves were of inferior quality to the herbs his master had him to prepare and, unlike those wild herbs, had no healing properties to lose if they were incorrectly stewed yet his body took care to keep every action perfect.
The rich scent of the drink started to twine its way through the air as Fujimaru bought the elaborate ceremony to a close.
With care he laid the three dishes in front of the Zebstrika, Abana and the Petitl with a cheerful smile.
The fourth dish he lays in front of the curious still wandering Giri, carefully blowing on it to cool it down before patting the albino's smooth head to let him know it is o.k. to drink.
Holding the warm mug in his five fingered hands he blows away a curl of steam and takes a sip.
Ah, perfect.
"Be careful, it is still hot." He warns as he swallows.
As well as the tea he has also found a bag of the honey filled hard sweets of the kind favoured by the other of the elemental monkeys, Simisear. These he too accordingly opens and distributes for after the drink. It is a good way to pass the time until the storm has passed.

Babbling away cheerfully and happy to let someone else look after his Lucky Egg for a while Giri tilts his head to the side as he peers into the murky liquid. It smells strange and there is white steam curling up from its surface but if Fujimaru said it was o.k. to drink it could be tasty...
The Aron shakily rests his short armoured legs on the saucer and the piece of crockery shakes alarmingly. The albino sticks out a small pink tongue and licks up the few spilled drops.
He makes his happy rumbling sound and laps at the bowl carefully, clumsily spilling the tea onto the floor as he drinks.
A crack appears in the saucer from the Aron putting his full weight on it. When only the bitter tea dregs remain the plate flips over to Giri's surprise.
He leaps back from it.
"Grrrron!" He growls at it as if he is telling the plate off before he carefully noses it over to see if there is any more of the funny warm stuff left.
Fujimaru picks it up and stacks it on the bench before the Steel/Rock type manages to break it and unwraps one of the round sweets for the Aron.
Cheerfully the Aron sits back on his hindquarters and snaps up the sweet, crunching the sweet between his powerful jaws.
A few drops of sticky honey dribble from his jaws and the Aron carefully licks them up before rolling back over and wandering closer to the other pokemon.
He rests his short legs on top of the Lucky Egg as he looks curiously at the Petitl.
"Grrrrrrrr?" He rumbles questioningly, tilting his head to the side.

"Grrrrrrrr?" Lilli simply smiled at Giri. She went up closer to him so that she was next to him, a soft smile still on her face. The Petilil sat down beside him. Abana and Chidori kept an eye on Lilli the whole time because she was the youngest. Now that the Aron claimed that title, it was the Petilil's turn to watch over the youngest one of the group. "Hi there," she said softly, "I'm Lilli."

Abana smiled softly as she watch Lilli go sit beside Giri before she gently blew on the tea to cool it before she began to drink from the tea cup delicately with her tongue since she has that put into her to have manners especially when she is drinking tea. Lick up the tea as if it was a bowl of cream she realized that this tasted different then what she was use to from where she use to live. She figured that it was the normal tea that the trainers drank which made it taste better since it wasn't the flavor that the rich people seem to prefer to drink. Soon she had all of her tea drunk before she moved the cup away from her and laid her head once more on her paws while she look at the others.

Holding the still warm cup in his prehensile toes the Simipour scoops up the empty dishes and returns them to their proper places in the cupboards.
Carefully he unwraps his own sweet, rolling the cheerfully colored wrapper in his hands absentmindedly as he sucks on the hard candy and watches Giri amble around happily.
It had been a long time since the pair had last seen other living pokemon and the tiny Aron still hadn't lost hope that they might be returning to his parents.
Fujimaru admires the boys optimism; anyone he'd want to return to was already dead.
Patting his furred stomach, the chill of the storm nicely driven away by the warmth of the fire and the hot drink filling him up inside, the Simipour lays back and relaxes. His happy smiling eyes are closed slits although he has not quite fallen asleep.
Instead he begins a power nap to restore some of his energy. His arms ache with the pain of the repeated actions of his Seamitar. The journey through Chargestone Cave had not been a simple walk; the Joltik that were struck by the disease became infected swarms and the bugs themselves were tiny and very hard to hit.
Contentedly Fujimaru merely lays his head to the side and waits for the storm to pass.
"Glad to see our kids are getting along." He says jokingly to Abana, keeping an eye on the two children in case Giri decides he'd like to try a bite of the petitil's arching head leaves. Not only would it be impolite but Fujimaru knew from experience that said leaves were extrodinarily bitter.

Curiously Giri watches the plant thing. It is the only pokemon here about the same size as him and he can tell from its soft smile that it is going to be freindly.
"Gronronron!" He chimes back in greeting, wriggling his hindquarters happily and resting his short legs on the Lucky Egg still held in the Grass Type's grasp.
His pale pink albino eyes are wide and innocent as he watches it and there is still a dribble of honey at the corner of his mouth.
Pulling himself up to sit back on his armored shell he makes a reasonable attempt at clearing his throat (it sounds like a blockage in a rock crusher)
"Gi...ri." He says then closes his darker silver eyeslids as he smiles. "Giri!"
It is his first word.

(Skip me, please. Not much for Lilli to do other than just smile and giggle at Giri's antics.)

Abana smiled softly as she watch the two youngsters enjoy each other's company but she glance over at Chidori when she bairly saw him getting up and going outside in the rain. Before she could call out to him the Zebstrika was already out the door. She looked at Fujimaru, Giri, and Lilli and said to them, "I'll be right back you three. Stay in here while I go get Chidori okay and stay warm by the fire." The silver Persian got up on her paws and headed towards the door hoping that she will just see Chidori right outside the Pokemon Center. She look outside the door but stayed under the shelter of it so she didn't get wet right away as she searched for Chidori since she realize right off that he wasn't just outside.

(Skip me, please. My post kinda depends on Kaze...)

Abana smiled when she saw Chidori return to the center but as he walked back in he walk right pass her without giving her a glance. Here ears droop a bit as he did that because it seems she did something wrong. Normally she wouldn't get so down about something like this but she cared about the Zebstrika which is why she had come to look for him when he left. She didn't realize he just came out here to release a Shock Wave. The silver Persian sighed and walked slowly back to the others. When she was back in the room with the fireplace she saw that Chidori had laid down beside Giri and Lilli. Not wanting to get in the way or bother Chidori just in case he was upset with her Abana moved to lay beside Fujimaru instead of where she had earlier and smile, if not weakly, as she watch the two children play and giggle. Her ears remain lowered while her tail wrapped around her front paws as she laid her head on them while she watch them.

The blue furred simian waits relaxed, unconcerned by the Zebstrika's behavior and with the comfortable feeling of a warm full belly as he watches Giri try to make friends.
His squinting eyes fall genuinely closed as he rests to recover some of his lost energy, half meditating, half napping in the warm glow of the fire.
The seamitar rests comfortably against his side as Fujimaru begins to replenish his energy. In a few short hours he knew the sun would rise and he would have to begin the series of rigorous exerises needed to keep his body limber enough to weild the blade with full accuracy.
Keeping his eyes closed but his lighter blue furred ears open the shining Simpour falls into a contented snooze.
His dreams, little more than just wandering thoughts, are of his new companions and his childish charge and it is awhile before the fact that Giri has said his fisrt word penetrates through the haze of his dreaming.
his eyes actually open fully for a brief moment, revealing the light blue irises of his eyes as he looks carefully at the bounching infant Aron and his habitual smile strentches all the wider.
The albino's first word was not just his own name it was the word for duty and honour, a most auspicious of signs. It causes a strange flower of pride to blossom in the simipour's white furred chest and he raises a and to the many faceted blue gemstone that hung from his neck on a chain of silver.
Giri still tried to bite it on ocassion but some part of the Simipour knew he was going to grow up to be a great warrior.
"Ah, good Zebstrika you are back." He says with a short bow of greating to the white striped equine. "Any signs of the storm abating?" He asks carefully.

The Aron laughs and wriggles his short legs yet again, closing his light pink eyes as he smiles.
"GiriGiriGiriGiri!" He repeats rapidly, looking rather pleased with himself before pointing one of his stubby legs at his chest. "Giri!" He states and burbles something else unintelligible before breaking into an infant's laughter.
This new game will serve to amuse him for hours no doubt, by which time everyone in the room will have become thoroughly sick of it.
He licks at his Lucky Egg before closing his eyes in intense concentration and keeping uncharacteriscally still.
"Llllll...Lilli~1" He says with a large smile, kicking his legs in joy yet again. That is two sounds he has managed to accurately reproduce.
Looking excessively proud he tries for another one only to give it up as too difficult.
"Jiji!" he calls the Simipour, unable to pronounce his full name of Fujimaru and instead calling him an old man.

Lilli couldn't help but giggle at the fact that Giri had learned his name. She found it cute that he was repeating it. He then seemed to be concentrating on something. He then said with a large smile "Llllll...Lilli~1". The Petilil smiled at the fact that he learned her name. She moved closer to the little Aron and lightly hugged him, happy to have someone like a little brother.

Abana's ears twitch and turned in the direction she heard hoof beats against the floor and looked up when she heard Chidori whisper in her ear, "Come with me" She nodded and got up on her paws and, with a final glance at the others to be sure they were alright, she followed him into one of the guest rooms and watch him curiously as he shut the curtains in the room before he raided the kitchen and came back with a riceball. She watch as he place it on the plate on the bed. She look at the riceball and recognized it as a sign asking for forgiveness. The silver Persian smiled softly when she realize this and accepted the apology by eating the riceball before going over to Chidori and nuzzle his neck to show more of her acceptance of his apology before she looked at him and said, "Apology accepted Chidori." Her voice was soft as she spoke.

The Simipour stretches, refreshed after his short sleep, and rises to his knees as he looks closely at the sweet grass type playing with his Giri.
"So then little Lilli...What has bought you to these parts?" He asks causally, stretching out his golden furred legs. His rest and the hot tea have rejuvenated him and once again he feels ready to continue his great duties as Giri's teacher.
Playfully he strokes a hand over the steel armoured shell, letting Giri know it was time to continue his training.
"We'll try not to smash up the place." The Geyser pokemon replies, winking cooly and slinging the massive shell blade over his shoulder. A faint shimmer of white light plays around the blade's edges. "In fact if you'd like to get stronger you can join it too."

"Lillllll..." Giri half purrs with a sound like a rock tumbler, nuzzling against the petitl in an almost feline gesture of affection.
He licks his Pecha berry pink tongue across Lilli's cheek and daringly nips at one of her head leaves before recoiling and pulling a face at the taste.
He had never had a sibling before...
The small albino rock/steel type perks up as Fujimaru approaches him, giving Lilli one last tender lick before wriggling free to face the Simipour.
"Ji~!" He says proudly, picking up his Lucky Egg in his mouth.

((OOC: Sparrin time~ Anyone who wants to join in for the XP is welcome to do so))