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[b][color=#0B5345]"My name is Jackson Kincaid. I mean you no harm."[/color][/b] Raven glared up at the man, not believing his words for a second. Regime weren't trustworthy. Once she caught her breath some from colliding into the guy beside her, having had the wind practically knocked right out of her, she put her index and thumb to her mouth and whistled softly. Soft enough for surrounding Regime officers still in the area not to hear but Electabuzz would hear it. She knew he'd come find her once he heard the whistle. He was a great tracker, even for his breed which didn't typically care to do such things.

[color=#148F77][b]"Just,"[/b][/color] the guy seemed to eyeball the soldier, with good reason, too. Who were they to believe his lies? Definitely not stupid, that's for sure. [color=#148F77][b]"-call me 'Vantage'."[/b][/color] Raven looked up at Vantage and scoffed, shaking her head as she got up and dusted herself off, all the while keeping an eye on Kincaid. [color=#C0392B][b]"Yeah, I don't think so, Cowboy. Ain't telling you shit. You can take me back to base and try getting it out of me there, but here, I won't give up a thing."[/b][/color] Glancing at Vantage, she looked at him like [i]'What the hell is wrong with you?!'[/i] before smiling as Electabuzz broke through the trees and came to stand behind her. The Electabuzz, at average height would stand roughly at 3ft tall, however hers was about a foot and a half shorter than herself and a foot taller than most in it's breed.

[color=#C0392B][b]"Why should we believe you? I get it, you put your gun down and told your little power pup over there to heel,"[/b][/color] Raven smiled when the Houndour beside Kincaid bared it's teeth at her, [color=#C0392B][b]"-but seriously, you're Regime. You assholes always have another motive up your sleeves."[/b][/color] Before Raven could completely finish, a flash of black and red fell from the trees above Kincaid and landed on is back. A Sneasel was now mounted on his shoulders, it's sharp claws at his neck ready to slice him wide open. [color=red][b]"What are you waiting for, Razor? Kill him."[/b][/color] Raven looked around for the voice that sprang from nearby, a questionable expression on her face. Electabuzz was growing uneasy beside her, baring his teeth and breathing a bit harder than usual. A soft buzzing from his own electricity building within him as he stared, unmoving at the Sneasel. The Sneasel looked between Kincaid, Vantage and Raven as if wondering whether or not it should kill the man in it's grasp. I mean, [i]not in front of all these nice people, right?[/i]

The Sneasel made a sound, and that's when not only the voice came again, the person it belonged to emerged from the trees. Both with an angry expression and tone about them. [color=red][b]"What do you mean, 'no'? He’s Regime, we kill bastards like him."[/b][/color] The pokemon seemed to return fire with it's own sorts of chattering, the trainer becoming even more fiercely upset with the creature. [color=red][b]"I don’t care what he said! He’s with the Regime, he deserves to die."[/b][/color] The pokemon stayed in position, and Raven reached back to gently nudge Electabuzz back. Not in an attempt to make another run, but holding him back from joining in. She knew he would if Raven let him, but this wasn't their fight. The girl and the Sneasel seemed to have it handled.

Just then, out of thin air, appeared a bright purple ghost-type pokemon. [i]'Gengar! Shit, if only I hadn't used Electabuzz's ball on him, I would possibly have a go at catching it.'[/i] Raven thought to herself. What she wouldn't give for a Haunter, but a Gengar would do, too. The great big ghost then spat out it's large tongue and drug it across the huntress's face before disappearing into the wind, again. Raven couldn't help but let out a slight giggle which she quickly choked down, she didn't want to piss the huntress off and be her next target. And yet, another voice came from above, causing Raven to look up for the one it belonged to. [color=#EC7063][b]"AHHHHH! You idiot! Until next time! I'm not finished with you yet!"[/b][/color]

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[sup][u][b]Interactions:[/b][/u] [color=#148F77]Isaiah[/color] ([@Lyghtbringer]) || [color=#C0392B]Raven[/color] ([color=gold]@Self[/color]) || [color=red]Shade[/color] ([@Thundercrash]) || [color=#EC7063]Lillith[/color] ([@sMoKe])[/sup]
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Jackson looked between both of them, ready to reply to the girl's response but was cut off by a sudden weight on his back, a couple of sharp blades pressed to his neck. Immediately, Jackson placed a hand at his side to calm his now, full-attack-mode Houndour, forcing his pal to sit impatiently. Houndour sat there eyeing the Sneasel all the while, a slight red glisten in his eyes. He wanted to wrap his mouth around the thing's neck and do unto it what it seemed to be wanting to do to his master. Jackson kept Houndour at bay with a simple hand held out in a fist, meaning simply, 'hold' or 'stay'.

The chattering and voices around Jackson peaked his interest, and he wanted to turn to see who the pokemon on his back belonged to. Wanted desperately to face his attacker, but found himself staring between Vantage and the girl. [i]Was this.. mercenary with either of them?[/i] Jackson swallowed hard, feeling the pokemon's claws digging deeper into his throat. A small, thin line of scarlet running down his neck. He dared not move, nor did he dare try to speak. In a situation like this, all Jackson felt he should do was comply. He didn't have the upper hand, and he didn't want to seem like he'd do something. His rifle was safely tucked against his back between himself and the Sneasel. His knife was strapped to his belt, but what good would it do him to try wrestling for it before the damned beast on his back just slit his throat and be done with it. [i]None.[/i]

Jackson grit his teeth together tightly, hearing a [i]lick![/i] and the girl in front of him try not to laugh, raising his eyebrow in confusion. [i]'The fuck just happened?'[/i] he thought to himself. From the trees then came a voice, not from the huntress that stood not too far from him, but a new one. The sound of retreat was a bit of relief, but it also sounded as though they had quite a military tone to their voice. [i]'Regime?'[/i] Jackson was almost desperate enough for them to come to his rescue, even if the woman had known he was a dishonorable discharge on the run from said Regime. He didn't wanna die. Not here, and definitely not like this. The girl had been right about one thing, before, in her name-calling. He was a true 'cowboy'. Jackson wished to go out "guns blazin'."

Taking a deep breath, Jackson peeked out of the corner of his eye towards the huntress behind him and spoke in a calm tone. [color=#0B5345][b]"I'm not a soldier. I simply stole this garb off of a dead one in hopes to get through some of the camps I had to travel through a few miles back. If you don't believe me, travel back south-east about 4 miles and you'll find the massive campsite full of the lot. I got no quarrel with ya'! So if you wouldn't mind, let me go and we can speak in a more formal manner."[/b][/color] Jackson's hand was still held out in a fist towards his pokemon, holding houndour in his place. The dark pokemon looked back and forth between his trainer and the two threatening his life, waiting for his next order - whatever it may be.

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