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-**Dakarai N'Sehla** is a pokémon trainer. Born in [[place:Togi]], he lived much of his regular life in
-[[place:Njoty]].
-He always introduces himself as '**Rhaptor N'Sehla**', if at all.
-===== Personality =====
-The two adjectives most important in describing Dakarai N'Sehla are //reckless// and //stubborn//.
-Full of pride both before and after his fall (if certainly wildly different flavours of pride) and
-brimming with self-confidence before the same, Dakarai was nicknamed 'Togi Demon' early in his life -
-a 'title' that gave him nothing but grief as it attracted the attention of bullies.
-He'd rather suffer or die than back down from a position he believes in.
-He has no issue giving people the impression that he's an asshole, though he doesn't deliberately aim
-for the effect unless a history with the person in question kicks his pride into gear. He's quite
-capable of being polite and frequently is to complete strangers.
-He has a certain wary prejudice toward other pokémon trainers, but at least as much sympathy, and he
-takes recent role as //Observer// quite seriously.
-===== Appearance =====
-His attire being black, featureless slacks, Rhaptor's coppery skin comes across as lighter than it
-is. His hair is a myriad of colours, base being a dark brown, but this being indistinguishable, as
-the short, flame-like hairstyle is riddled with streaks of various colours, ranging from white
-blond to black, with the extremes of the colour scale most numerous. His eyes seem to have no
-colour in particular, being brown flecked with silver and gold specks that seem in constant
-motion, a sliver of pale blue lancing through his left iris, a lack of pigmentation - people
-don't usually remember his eye-colour when attempting to describe him, or misrepresent it as black.
-===== Pokémon =====
-  * [[pokémon:Iris]] (Venomoth)
-  * Paragon (HootHoot)
-===== Dakarai's Training Methods =====
-What a strange medely of opinions to have. It was easy to respect her new master - she was rapidly
-learning more tricks than she even knew to be conceivable - but the fear was not abating. Today,
-they are fairly far north, in vicinity of the mountain, trees mostly of the evergreen variety. A
-glistening branch has led them across a river, cascading through the sloped forest in white rapids.
-A flat rock splits the stream - that same flat rock they are now both standing on. Salt, Dakarai's
-Parasect, currently one of his most prized pokémon, clambers resolutely but slowly off the end of
-the branch, chitin feet clicking against the stone ground, Dakarai stood with his delicate hands
-on his hips peering down at the two pokémon.
-The glance is the same critical, analytic, inspective gaze that both pokémon already know from all
-the previous days. "Good," he remarks, simply, single-syllable praise enough to excite the Parasect
-to clacking in rapid succession, its forelimbs together in restrained glee. His gaze drifts from the
-insect to the Marowak, though his words adress the Parasect. "Salt, SLASH the branch," he remarks,
-voice level. It's an unusually direct order - he's been training them to deal with obscurity. Still,
-that makes it easy for Salt to react - hesitance had not been something Dakarai had been fond of
-seeing. As such, the branch whips to the side, half-split at their end, splashing noisily into the
-currents, parting the whitewater with ease, before being picked up into a twirl and downward cascade
-by the same. Gone.
-Fracture looks up at Dakarai, nodding slightly and doesn't look away from him for long seconds before
-she lowers her gaze, flinching ever so slightly as she watches the branch break and go with the
-rushing water. She doesn't make a sound though and shifts slightly, shoulders twitching.
-Thumbs slide into his pockets, expression unchanging. For a moment, he seems contemplatively held
-in this stance, before sliding his left hand out of his pocket and gesturing back to the shoreline
-they came from. "Today's assignment is to get back to the shore. Together, individually, either way.
-Individually scores more points."
-Fracture ducks slightly and eyes the fast flowing water then looks to the shore before back up at
-her trainer without saying anything; eyes wide and fearful. She lowers her gaze and chitters very
-softly to the large insect, stepping carefully closer even as her head tilts. Exhaling, she drags
-one forepaw across the bone helmet, frowning and feeling miserable.
-The shoreline isn't that far away - but neither Fracture nor Salt are good at jumping. The gap's
-too large for them to just leap across. Dakarai, on the other hand? A swirl of motion, a gust of
-air, the sound of rubber soles on the shoreline - and he's stood looking at them from their
-destination. Meanwhile, Salt, foreclaws held together as if in a praying position - though it's
-nothing of the sort - blinks not-understandingly at Fracture.
-Fracture actually whines but only very softly and just the once, shrinking back from the water's
-edge. She directs a glare at the insect, scowling before she folds her forepaws across her chest;
-resting the boneclub against her side and growls, softly without that she actually says anything.
-The ground pokemon is scared of her trainer but she is scared of water more and a shiver runs
-through her.
-Dakarai takes a step back from the shoreline, right hand now resting, curled, in the palm of his
-left, being kneaded into. His gaze is on Fracture in particular, even as the Parasect unfreezes
-and scurries to the edge of the rock, only to dip its left claw into the water, holding itself
-still for long moments.
-[...]
-It's too much. That barest second of a moment ends in her shape being seized by the pull of
-gravity, nudged by the momentum of her lunge, and a loud //splash// can be heard as Salt smashes
-into the unfortunately fairly shallow waters, against jagged rocks, furiously consumed by the
-rapids trying to pull it down. Her shape follows the tilt, tugged by the weight and a split
-second's too late reaction toward the water's surface. The threatening roar of the water is
-in her face one moment - and then it's gone, and she finds herself in disoriented stagger
-cast back out of the pokéball on the dry shore, finding the isle off to her left somewhere,
-Salt collapsed in pant between Dakarai and the shoreline just behind her.
-Fracture gasps heavily, her head lowered before she steadies herself, coughing a little.
-Straightening she exhales and growls lowly at Dakarai, her eyes narrowed and glittering
-dangerously. Walking towards her trainer, the angry sound grows in volume and intensity,
-the ground type beyond angry as she hefts her bone, not looking away from him. "<Not. Like.
-Water.>" she grinds out.
-Fracture comes to a stop in front of him and stares up into his face and though she's scared,
-she's angry. "<You not nice.>" Her free forepaw glows yellow, sparks radiating from him and
-she attempts to THUNDERPUNCH him, not caring whether it hurts him or not, she's that angry.
-Apparently, it catches him off guard - the crackling forepaw darts forward, displacing the
-air, striking against his right knee and abruptly causing him to crash down on that side,
-snarling. She doesn't get much of an opportunity to see his face twisted by a fierce
-sensation of pain - she's recalled before she's even fully aware he's still holding her
-pokéball; and then the red engulfs and consumes her. Nothing. Timelessly - so to her, it's
-not even an instant between being recalled and the next time she is called forth... but
-Dakarai holds the ball in one hand, rolling onto his back to remove his knee from anything
-touching it but the leg of his trousers, hissing, bringing his right hand up to dig
-fingernails into his thigh.
-"Fuck," he snorts, pulling his lower lip into a bite between his teeth, his nose wrinkling as
-if in emphasis of his emotions, grip on the pokéball tightening, nostrils flaring as he forces
-himself to breathe steadily. Salt scurries to him, wearing an as worried expression as is
-possible for an insect pokémon of that species, being gestured to distance by its master.
-The pokéball crashes down against the ground, grip unrelenting, grinding against the ground.
-Fortunately, it has no effect on Fracture as Dakarai uses it to lean against and push himself
-to a rise, slowly, surely, angled slightly awkwardly. Some part of his mind analyses the
-damage - a fracture of the knee cap? If he's lucky, that's all it is. Grimacing, he props
-himself up into a sit, left leg angled beneath him. Snorting a breath, he peers past Salt
-toward the churning waters, before narrowing his gaze, steadying himself, ensuring he's sat
-sturdily. Silence. Motionlessly, he lets a few moments pass as he collects himself.
-Then, in abrupt decision, he brings up his left hand, wielding the pokéball, outstretching
-that arm, before summonning Fracture with the press of a button, making sure she'll
-materialise in or immediately above the water.
-Fracture appears then drops into the water with a startled yelp before she snarls and attempts
-to wade back out of the water, shoulders hunched. She doesn't get far before the current sweeps
-her off of her paws and down river. Struggling and terrified and she yowls piteously before she
-coughs, spluttering and swallowing some of the brackish water.
-Salt cringes in on itself, gaze tracking Fracture as she's washed down the river by the sheer
-force of the rapids, shredded against and across the sharper pebbles that have yet to be worn
-down by water, a painful downhill ride, further emphasises by her weakness to the element.
-Dakarai pulls in a breath through his nose in distaste of her behaviour that spawned this,
-watching her tumble; before abruptly recalling her just before she is out of range. The
-pokéball twirls, re-aligning with the height of the river they're at, and she's cast back out
-into the water, Dakarai's nose wrinkling in silent contempt.
-Fracture whines as she dumped back into the water, blood streaming from a myriad of small cuts
-scattered across her small shape before she coughs again, barely coonscious due to the pain
-and tiredness. A shudder wracks her shape and she splutters then sags, eyes half closed, barely
-any strenght left to keep struggling as the river sweeps her away again.
-A moment later, the world around her disintegrates once more - only to be replaced by the sight
-of Dakarai leant across her, right hand raised. A moment later, the palm cracks down against
-her skull, reverberating horribly through the bone. His jaw, meanwhile, is set, expression
-full of resentment. "What the fuck was that about?" he snarls, not looking very human at all,
-eyes glinting with a fierce, demonic energy. He's still sitting as he was while she was
-tumbling down the river - but not because no time has passed since. In fact, Salt seems to be
-back in its pokéball.
-Fracture whimpers and cowers as she is smacked, cringing away from him without that she looks at
-him. A shiver runs through her and she trembles, not daring to say anything although she shifts
-backwards away from him before she is still, held rigid by fear. Her eyes roll closed and she
-sags a little more, coughs up a little of the river water.
-"Answer my question," he narrows his eyes, kicking his left foot out behind him and to the side
-slightly, against the ground, eliciting a grinding sound as he pushes himself after her,
-slightly, with aid of his hands on the ground. It doesn't fully close the extra space she's
-made for herself, though. A snorted breath. "//Answer//, //now//."
-Fracture whimpers and cringes, skidding backwards a little more before she raises her head and
-stares up at him. "<You mean,>" she blinks slowly then adds: "<Water hurts.>" She wails softly
-in pain then, the sound edged with fear. "<I not do it again. Be good now.>" she whispers,
-cringing and pressing herself into the ground even though it hurts.
-A guttural snarl surfaces from him, fingers of both hands flexing, the edges of his palms on the
-ground. He still doesn't really understand pokéspeech, but he can make out the tone of an apology
-without knowledge of her precise statements. "That was totally," he snarls, "//Totally// uncalled for,
-you little bitch. Do it again and I'll fucking //drown// you," he growls, his eyes glinting; all the
-while trying to ignore the fierce ache in his knee.