Vern
Why not both?
Luna
Meteor Falls
Luna, hearing the commotion near where the fireplace would be, quickly roused herself from her brief slumber and made her way towards the centre of the campsite. Valencia floated along behind her, her eyes glowing a devilish yellow in the shadows. As she neared, it became apparent that there was an intruder - a lone man, with a Gengar besides him. Judging by the conversation going around, he seemed to want to join their little group.
Luna sensed danger. Suspicious, she began edging closer to the man, using the shadows to obscure her presence as she flitted from point to point, almost like a ghost. As she came near enough to hear voices, she stopped moving and crouched down, using the shadow cast by a nearby tent as cover. It fell a bit short, but it was long enough for her to stretch it a little bit to enshroud her foot and left ear - the only parts that would have been visible - without arousing any suspicion.
She found Vern lying on the ground, his eyes half closed, using Ruffles as a cushion. Apparently, he had already placed his trust in that man, but that counted for little. If he had shown up out of nowhere and asked to join their group, that was certainly quite suspicious, and Vern was the type to trust everyone. She would wait and see.
“-understand your scepticism, but if I wanted you dead, I’d… Well... Likely lie face down in the dirt over there." the man was saying, his voice surprisingly calm considering he had just ventured alone into a camp full of armed and slightly eccentric men and women. "My name is Whisper, and I have.. my own reasons for wanting in on this little heist of yours." This statement allowed Luna to lower her guard slightly. It was so obviously suspicious that the man was either an idiot, or simply had some complicated reason he did not wish to divulge. No spy would even consider using that type of excuse, unless it was some sort of double fake. “Look, I’m not even gonna charge you. You let me in and you got yourself an extra gun.”
Well, that certainly was tempting. They could use an extra gun, no matter what their leader might say. Especially now that the New Rustboro army was so close on their tails. Unfortunately, knowing Elara, she could already hear her leader’s response before it even left her mouth. “I have too many people to water already,” Elara said, her tone vaguely dismissive. “We have plenty of guns as it is. If you leave us now, we will let you keep yours.”
Luna let her eyes stray to Bags and Vern. Bags very clearly was itching for a fight, and his toothy grin was almost equivalent to daring the man to do something, anything, that would give him an excuse to bash his head it. His Cacnea seemed to share this itch. Vern was still lying on the ground, but his seemingly restful face was tensed up ever-so-slightly, not enough for someone who did not know his sleeping face well to notice. Apparently, he sensed something was wrong. Luna noticed that in the time the talk had taken place, his left hand had crept along the ground and was now grasping his bow. Suddenly, a Mandibuzz’s loud caw broke the uncomfortable silence.
Crap! was Luna’s first thought, and she dove behind the tent just as an arrow whistled past her ear, tearing a hole in the right side of her hood. She heard Elara yell “Raiders!”, and decided to throw caution to the wind. She was unarmed, having left her sword and shield back at where she was sleeping. And while she could fight hand to hand, she definitely did not like it, and would do much better against armed opponents like these with a weapon, any weapon. She found her sleeping spot without any disruption, and grabbed her weapons, before rushing back to help out in the upcoming battle.
As she once again neared the centre of the camp, she could tell that it was falling into chaos. Bags and Ander were both already injured, but they seemed to be all right. The raiders were skinny, but still quite tough-looking, and their faces were decorated with what seemed like war paint, in a pattern she did not recognise. They wore tattered cloaks with hid their faces, and seemed to be quite vicious. They also had Pokemon with them, but they didn’t seem particularly strong.
Vern had managed to fall back to the edge of the camp in time, and had a gash on his cheek as well as several tears and small cuts on his trousers and legs, but otherwise seemed okay. Ruffles was already in the air, dodging the arrows shot at him and raining hell on the raiders underneath him, diving down with lightning speed and ripping at their flesh before regaining altitude just as fast. By the looks of it, Vern had failed to mount him in time, and they were separated, unable to get back to each other with all the projectiles flying around them.
Luna jumped backwards as a spear buried itself near her feet, sinking into a fighting stance. The raider leapt out of the shadows, each hand holding a short hunting knife. Luna raised her shield and blocked his first attack, then slashed at his right arm. It drew blood, but the cut wasn’t deep. Her assailant grabbed his spear and pulled it out from the ground before jumping backwards, putting space between them. He was evidently quite skilled, and also quite confident, if that grin on his face said anything.
His grin faded into a contorted grimace of pain as the tip of an arrow appeared out of his forehead like a surfacing submarine, only bloodier and more painful. He fell to the ground screaming, and Luna thrust her sword through his chest to end his misery. When she looked back up, Vern was standing over the dead body, trying to salvage his arrow. Supplies were scarce, so anything that could be reused would be reused.
“Where’s my thank you?” he said, with a grin on his face. Had one not seen the surrounding carnage, they could easily have assumed that he was just in the middle of a picnic or something along those lines. It was strange how he managed to smile like he had not a care in the world amidst a battle, but Luna wasn’t going to question how he was capable of doing so. It was one of his better traits, one she personally thought was needed in this type of environment.
Meteor Falls
Luna, hearing the commotion near where the fireplace would be, quickly roused herself from her brief slumber and made her way towards the centre of the campsite. Valencia floated along behind her, her eyes glowing a devilish yellow in the shadows. As she neared, it became apparent that there was an intruder - a lone man, with a Gengar besides him. Judging by the conversation going around, he seemed to want to join their little group.
Luna sensed danger. Suspicious, she began edging closer to the man, using the shadows to obscure her presence as she flitted from point to point, almost like a ghost. As she came near enough to hear voices, she stopped moving and crouched down, using the shadow cast by a nearby tent as cover. It fell a bit short, but it was long enough for her to stretch it a little bit to enshroud her foot and left ear - the only parts that would have been visible - without arousing any suspicion.
She found Vern lying on the ground, his eyes half closed, using Ruffles as a cushion. Apparently, he had already placed his trust in that man, but that counted for little. If he had shown up out of nowhere and asked to join their group, that was certainly quite suspicious, and Vern was the type to trust everyone. She would wait and see.
“-understand your scepticism, but if I wanted you dead, I’d… Well... Likely lie face down in the dirt over there." the man was saying, his voice surprisingly calm considering he had just ventured alone into a camp full of armed and slightly eccentric men and women. "My name is Whisper, and I have.. my own reasons for wanting in on this little heist of yours." This statement allowed Luna to lower her guard slightly. It was so obviously suspicious that the man was either an idiot, or simply had some complicated reason he did not wish to divulge. No spy would even consider using that type of excuse, unless it was some sort of double fake. “Look, I’m not even gonna charge you. You let me in and you got yourself an extra gun.”
Well, that certainly was tempting. They could use an extra gun, no matter what their leader might say. Especially now that the New Rustboro army was so close on their tails. Unfortunately, knowing Elara, she could already hear her leader’s response before it even left her mouth. “I have too many people to water already,” Elara said, her tone vaguely dismissive. “We have plenty of guns as it is. If you leave us now, we will let you keep yours.”
Luna let her eyes stray to Bags and Vern. Bags very clearly was itching for a fight, and his toothy grin was almost equivalent to daring the man to do something, anything, that would give him an excuse to bash his head it. His Cacnea seemed to share this itch. Vern was still lying on the ground, but his seemingly restful face was tensed up ever-so-slightly, not enough for someone who did not know his sleeping face well to notice. Apparently, he sensed something was wrong. Luna noticed that in the time the talk had taken place, his left hand had crept along the ground and was now grasping his bow. Suddenly, a Mandibuzz’s loud caw broke the uncomfortable silence.
Crap! was Luna’s first thought, and she dove behind the tent just as an arrow whistled past her ear, tearing a hole in the right side of her hood. She heard Elara yell “Raiders!”, and decided to throw caution to the wind. She was unarmed, having left her sword and shield back at where she was sleeping. And while she could fight hand to hand, she definitely did not like it, and would do much better against armed opponents like these with a weapon, any weapon. She found her sleeping spot without any disruption, and grabbed her weapons, before rushing back to help out in the upcoming battle.
As she once again neared the centre of the camp, she could tell that it was falling into chaos. Bags and Ander were both already injured, but they seemed to be all right. The raiders were skinny, but still quite tough-looking, and their faces were decorated with what seemed like war paint, in a pattern she did not recognise. They wore tattered cloaks with hid their faces, and seemed to be quite vicious. They also had Pokemon with them, but they didn’t seem particularly strong.
Vern had managed to fall back to the edge of the camp in time, and had a gash on his cheek as well as several tears and small cuts on his trousers and legs, but otherwise seemed okay. Ruffles was already in the air, dodging the arrows shot at him and raining hell on the raiders underneath him, diving down with lightning speed and ripping at their flesh before regaining altitude just as fast. By the looks of it, Vern had failed to mount him in time, and they were separated, unable to get back to each other with all the projectiles flying around them.
Luna jumped backwards as a spear buried itself near her feet, sinking into a fighting stance. The raider leapt out of the shadows, each hand holding a short hunting knife. Luna raised her shield and blocked his first attack, then slashed at his right arm. It drew blood, but the cut wasn’t deep. Her assailant grabbed his spear and pulled it out from the ground before jumping backwards, putting space between them. He was evidently quite skilled, and also quite confident, if that grin on his face said anything.
His grin faded into a contorted grimace of pain as the tip of an arrow appeared out of his forehead like a surfacing submarine, only bloodier and more painful. He fell to the ground screaming, and Luna thrust her sword through his chest to end his misery. When she looked back up, Vern was standing over the dead body, trying to salvage his arrow. Supplies were scarce, so anything that could be reused would be reused.
“Where’s my thank you?” he said, with a grin on his face. Had one not seen the surrounding carnage, they could easily have assumed that he was just in the middle of a picnic or something along those lines. It was strange how he managed to smile like he had not a care in the world amidst a battle, but Luna wasn’t going to question how he was capable of doing so. It was one of his better traits, one she personally thought was needed in this type of environment.