Jack
Out in the Middle of Nowhere
RPer Affected: Clydus Lomata (TNT)

Leaning against his bike, Jack eyed the clear sky, devoid of many clouds. It was a nice day in Orre like every day was, though the occasional breeze whipped sand into his face. As for why he decided to stop in the middle of the desert, Jack simply got fed up with his Xatu's moaning. Right now, the offending Pokemon was perched on the handlebars of his motorcycle, raising his wings to the sky. As for his Garchomp, she seemed to be equally as fed up and was lurking underground. It was always quiet down there, since words never traveled down quite as far as the vibrations of people moving around. Somewhere that Jack wished actually existed, though he knew underground was a death sentence to most, if not all people in Orre.

"For the last time, can we please get moving again? I have to deliver these shipments by the end of the day today. There's only so much daylight left." Jack growled, grinding his teeth. He glanced at his watch between each word, squinting through the sunlight it reflected off its face.

"But we cannot move. For the future is uncertain." The Xatu intoned dully.

"If we go fast enough, you don't have to worry about time passing, therefore the future won't come." Jack turned around and picked up the bird by the scruff(?) of its neck. He held him away at an arm's length, feeling the wings batter at his arm. Those claws and beak could really hurt. He knew that from personal experience -- there had been enough arguments like this one in the past. "Git off now, Mephisto."

"I protest! Doth thou not realize ze mistake thou art making?" Mephistopheles was smart and all, but honestly he could be a handful. And he wasn't very good at anything conceptual like quantum physics despite his intelligence. It would've helped immensely in some of the earlier arguments they got into back when Jack just received Mephistopheles.

Jack sighed as he started up the bike, taking care to snap back up the kickstand as he did so. Stamping the ground, he called out to his Garchomp: "Berleth! We're off now!"

There was a grinding sound and Berleth's narrow head poked up out of the ground in a pile of dried clods of dirt. Her yellow eyes flicked lazily up to the flailing Xatu. "So... we're heading back to Pyrite now? Since he's gone and shut up and everything."

"'ow dare thou say--" Mephistopheles's squawks abruptly cut off as Jack crammed the Xatu's head into his spare motorcycle helmet. Spare? The other one was of course, lying in the dust somewhere in Pyrite, the eyeshield cracked beyond repair along with the rest of it. Jack never bothered to get a new one, and only used the spare for other passengers that tagged along (like Taire - Jack made a face at this thought) or, Arceus forbid, to shut up his Pokemon.

"Nope, nope, be quiet. We'll waste away if we stay here forever." He hopped onto the bike, gunned the engine, and roared off in the general direction of Pyrite Town.

In the receding horizon, Berleth dug in and kicked off the ground, spreading her wings in flight. She easily caught a slight updraft and rode it high, passing Jack with her speed. He smirked, and upped his own speed. It took more gas than anything else, though his motorcycle could handle anything that was thrown at it. Except... a sandstorm. A stray grain of sand scratched past his face, whipped up by the growing wind.

Tsk. While he could power through the storm along with his Pokemon, it would be a foolish decision to keep going without enough supplies. Well sure, he could always smash a few hydrogen and oHe also didn't know how bad this sandstorm would be, and Pyrite was a ways off from where he was. Luckily for him, there was an oasis nearby that he could refill his water up at and grab a few snacks. He turned his motorcycle in that direction, whistling for Berleth to follow.

At this point, the sandstorm worsened until he couldn't see a thing. Squinting, Jack regretted not putting on the goggles he had in his backpack; the glasses he was wearing were terrible protection in the storm. It was at this moment of annoyance that Jack barely glimpsed a dark form in front of him.

"Hell!" He swore, swerving to the side, barely avoiding the form. He glanced back at the... ah, guy, it seemed. Sometimes it was really hard to tell in weather like this. "What the hell do you think you're doing out here?!"