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[center][color=Lime][h3]Ray Stylo[/h3][/color]
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[b][u]Muay[/u][/b]
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[i]What a Gastly?[/i]

[i]A Fleching?[/i]

Ray could feel it, building like an unstoppable snowball in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't concentrate on anything else that he wanted to do. He had to find the perfect Pokemon. Who could that be? In the next few moments, his heart started to beat harder and faster, adrenaline levels rose, his balls tried to crawl up inside his body and his brain started to fire out negative thoughts like a machine gun. It felt like Ray's skin had another hot layer on the outside, like a bean bag, it moved over his body and never seemed to leave. The negative thoughts kept coming like waves on rocks. 

Ray started pacing or moving around irrationally. The arguments in his head got so fast and so disturbing that his brain soon shut his own body down. The young Stylo fell to the floor, surrounded by the artificial forest teeming with Pokemon. All around him trainers were finding their long life friends, and he was here breathing in his own fumes. 

What was he going to do now? In his head, he slowed himself down. He was a Stylo, he couldn't just give up. He found that disappointing though, relying on his name to push himself forward. Despite his perpetual dislike for his own name, Ray took to his feet, and went on exploring.

Ray allowed the beauty for forest and the Pokémon to calm him. Eyes glimmered from tree hollows. The cries of Pokemon wailed between distorted trunks. He began to move faster, ignoring the briars that caught at black pants, the damp leaves that grimed at his skin.

Ray lifted his face, letting the light and shadow dance across pale skin. Bees hummed in and out of the pennyroyal. The sound of cracking branchs baraly registered in his mind. He inhaled its minty smell and continued on, delighting in the sound of his feet sliding through the leaves. Soon, Ray burst through the artificial forest running at full speed. . . only to slam into the wall.

[color=Lime]"Damn wall!"[/color] he mumred angerily as he rubbed his sore nose. Making himself look like an idiot wasn't on his list of things to do today. Wordlessly, Ray scaned the area, hoping that no one had seen him. To his dismay though, the cackling of a disembodied being dashed his hopes. 

Standing precaiously on a tree branch above him, was an unusual Pokemon, the perfect Pokemon. The Pokémon possessed a pelt dominated by blue fur, with black regions covering its upper torso, its lower legs, a pair of fleshy appendages growing from the sides of its head, a "mask" around its eyes and extending along the upper region of its snout, and a band of cream-colored fur around its neck giving a resemblance to a collar. 

How could he not know that Pokémon, it was a rare, but iconic little guy. Riolu, his perfect fighting companion. It had been following him this whole time, no doubt amazed by his new threads.

Ray held his fist up for the Riolu, goading it towards him. Excitedly, the Pokemon left its perch, and slammed it fist into his own. [color=lime]"You and I, are gonna become the very best, I think I'm going to name you Muay."[/color] he jibbed, ignoring the pain in his fist. Muay's rhinestone eyes widened excitedly as it took in its name. 

Wordlessly, Ray took to his feet, and took up a stance, Riolu only followed suit. Ray placed his left leg forward, just slightly wider than shoulder a width apart. His right foot was placed in the back, his toes pointing about 45 degrees with a slight raise. Both his heel and knees slightly bent. Ray's elbows found themselves close to his ribs and his hands in a loose closed fist next to his temple. His body hunch slightly, and almost squared.

Riolu imitated him seamlessly. With a quick, resounding huff, they both dropped the stance. [color=Lime]"Onward!"[/color] he procalmied, Riolu cried in unison and they began to march back into the forset. In the back of his mind, he realized he had no idea where he was going.

In the distance, a gray haired girl who seemed competent enough was chosen to be his savior. Without hesitation, Ray sprinted at her, his black fatigues no doubt making him look either mancing or stupid. 

Coming to a halt once he got to her, he took a moment to regain his breath. For a fighting enthusiast, he need to get back in shape. Muay simply shook its head in exsaperation. [color=Lime]"You. . .wouldn't happen. . . to know the way out . . . would you? [i]Huff"[/i][/color] he called, raking his lime colored hair. He was surprised to find no Pokemon with her, he thought was had been the only one.