The CHARGESTONE Team

The Simipour sighs, undoing his hair tie and shaking out his dark blue locks as the faint droplets of water sticking to his fur is absorbed into his internal water reserves.
His eyes closed tightly in his habitual smile he gathers up his long curls of hair again and reties them with the thick black band of cloth.
The strip of bloodied bandages around his severed arm he reties tightly, finding their exercise has caused the strips of linen to shift.
"Good job Giri." He says sincerely, proud of the way his student has handled himself in battle.

The albino stumps inside, checking on the egg as he relaxes in the center of the floor and shakes the water from his armored skin.
The water has seeped unpleasantly into the pores in his armor that allowed the metal plates to expand and contract when he breathed.
The large steel type scratches his back against a door frame to ease the tickling sensation and makes a low purring grumbling sound deep in his throat.
Turning towards the Simipour he smiles widely at the compliment and nudges up against the water type's legs, licking his pink tongue across his mentor's cheek.

The Simipour yawns, looking out the window to the glistening world beyond. He feels old, feels it in his bones and in the pulsating pain in the thick nub of scarring tissue where his arm used to be.
Even if he was young Giri was the best student he had ever had. If he was getting to the point where he was no longer capable of defending himself from every blow it was time he made sure his legacy survived...
In his mind's eye he can see his elderly Samurott master smiling down at him.
"Giri..." He says softly, resting a golden furred hand on the hilt of the blade of shell at his side. "I think it is time you learnt the way of the sword."

"Grrr?" The Lairon trills curiously, stumping over to the Simipour. It is large and heavy, the shell it is made of pitted with age and its sharp edge pristine despite its often use.
From the moment he was an infant Fujimaru had always carried the blade with him, when he was still newly hatched he thought it was a part of the Water Type's body.
Did Fujimaru really mean it when he promised to teach him how to use use it?

"Chidori..." Fujimaru asks in concern as he turns his gaze away from the pale metal shell of the albino towards the Zebstrika who appears to have somehow managed to get himself lodged under the metal frame of the bed.
"What are you doing?" The shining furred elemental monkey sighs, bending down to check what the problem is.
The stiff bolt shapes of Chidori's mane have caught on the metal frame of the bed and the Zebstrika is having some trouble pulling them out.
The Water Type blinks as he peers into the gloom.
Another egg...

Causing the ground to shake faintly under his feet the Lairon stumps over to see what the problem is.
In comparison to his earlier problems he is now too large to see what is under the bed.
Snorting as he breathes out through his nose the young Steel Type blinks his pale pink eyes and examines the bed frame.
"'Dori?" He asks quizzically, examining the flat slab like thing until he can see where the Zebstrika's mane is lodged, in between two struts of metal.
Well, he knows how to fix this.
The young albino leans forwards to take a bite.

"Hold still now Chidori, you'll be out soon." The shining furred elemental monkey says cheerfully before wincing at the harsh sound of tearing metal as Giri chows down.
The steel-type's jaws were as dangerous as ever appatrently, thankfully no harm seemed to be coming to Chidori or the egg as the bed trembles.
Turning his head a fraction he catches sight of the other eye out of the corner of his smiling eyes.
Was it just him or did it seem to wobble a bit?

Crunch!
Giri bites into the hollow pipes with a sound worse than nails on a chalkboard as he cheerfully bolts down the cheap steel.
One bar is forcibly drawn aside as the Lairon sucks it down like spaghetti and chews contently. With his belly filled with metal his pale armor will grow healthy and strong.
Bite by bite the Zebstrika is slowly freed.
"'Dori can go now." Giri says as he manages to free the Zebstrika's horns.

Fujimaru's blue furred ear twitches as he hears the faint sounds of movement coming from behind as the other egg starts to move.
Turning the shining furred water type reaches for the egg with the limb he can still feel in an ethereal sort of way. The egg shatters on the floor as the pale cream shell is broken and the thankfully unharmed pokemon inside starts to crawl out.
The Water Type looks down as the wandering blob of color seems to be attracted to the bright blue fur of his tail. Experimentally he twitches the tuft, inviting the infant to play.
"Hello there." He says softly.

The last of the metal piping disappears down Giri's gullet and the Lairon pulls back in surprise as the wobbling egg starts to hatch.
Breathing out a small puff of vapour from his nose the albino looks down at the young black-furred colt still unsteady on its thin legs.
He grins.
"Look it's a mini'Dori!" He says cheerfully.

The Simipour smiles as the little Grass Type grabs his tufted tail. Instantly he is reminded of when Giri had done the same thing not so long ago.
"Well aren't you a sweet little thing?" He says softly, reaching down to stroke the bitter pale green leaves of the Grass Type's head.
The Water Type turns back towards the Zebstrika.
"Oh yes, it is important to instill discipline at a young age."
His ear twitches again, this time registering something from outside.
He grips the handle of his Scalchop tightly and points two fingers towards the door in a stealth signal he is sure Giri will recognize. Pressing one furred finger to his lips the Water Type darts out the door.

The albino Lairon presses his nose against the little Blitzle, also sniffing the newly hatched colt. He smiles as the little electric type's short white tail wags.
It really did look like a miniature Chidori.
He turns his head a fraction to catch a glimpse of his sensei. He sees the Water types ear twitch as he hears something outside the Lairon isn't sensitive enough to hear.
Hunching down the Steel Type follows Fujimaru's command as he leaves the house and walks outside. A thick mist has fallen as the storm finally comes to an end.
Feeling Fujimaru climb onto his back and point a direction Giri throws one last lingering look at the house and runs off into the fog.
Soon then pair are completely hidden from view.

"Goodbye..."

((OOC: Leaving post))