The CHARGESTONE Team

Stepping back from Chidori's treated wounds the shining furred Simipour carefully leans back, checking all the major cuts have been seared shut.
Carefully he steps through the hole in the pokecenter wall and turns his golden furred face towards the falling rain.
Water trickles down his blue fur, washing the blood stains from his own smaller wounds as he feels his fur absorb the fresh falling rainwater like a sponge. His long tail twists around, finding a puddle of water to dip into as Fujimaru siphons up extra water to store in his fur.
With a sigh he opens his eyes and sees Chidori holding Lilli on his back stepping out into the rain and heading towards the Celestial Tower. No time to waste then...
"Giri, we're going to the Ghost Tower now." he tells the albino Lairon, swinging onto the now much larger Steel type's shoulders.

"Sure thing Jiji!" Giri says cheerfully, not minding the extra weight of his mentor onto his shoulders. Pawing at the ground with his clawed feet he sets off at a charging run to catch up to 'Dori while water runs over his metal armored back and makes his skin tingle.
He was thirsty, stopping to have a drink from a nearby puddle before running ahead and nearly managing to catch up to the running Zebstrika.
"Going to put Lilli in the Ghost Tower?" Giri curiously asks Chidori.

Curiously Fujimaru peers into the open door of the human settlement, feeling like he is intruding on some deep personal moment. The human house is still a strange thing to him. His human trainer was one who preferred to stay in the outdoors, teaching his pokemon the ways of the wide open world and how to survive in it. A human dwelling was something only entered in times of great need or to show politeness. Acting on force of habit Fujimaru makes sure to tidy himself up before he dares enter, straightening up his sash before he swings off Giri's shoulders and carefully follows Chidori into the house.
"An egg?" He says, surprised to see that something so frail as an egg has managed to survive the Red-eyed ones.

Carefully the albino lairon nudges his way into the house. His new body is much larger and he is still having trouble getting use to being so large all of a sudden. He has to carefully shuffle his clawed feet to avoid accidentally crushing anything with them.
Curiously the albino metal eater sniffs at the musty house. He had been hatched wild and raised in the wild, the purpose of this human-made structure completely eluding him.
The place smells strange, its scents neither the clean metallic scents of the underground or the fresh strong scents of the outdoors or the sharp disinfectant smell of the pokecentre.
Gently the large albino touches the tip of his nose to the egg.
"I'm not the baby any more..." He says with a small smile.

Carefully Fujimaru looks over the egg, carefully testing its shell with the sensitive tips of his golden-skinned fingers. The creamy shell is tough to the touch and hard but also faintly warm.
Surely it must be getting close to hatching soon if it has been incubated.
Another child to look after...Carefully the one-armed swordsman decides to leave Chidori alone with the egg for a bit, the zebstrika sounds almost sad.
"I'm going to go check out the perimeter, make sure there's nothing out there waiting for us. Come on Giri."
Gently Fujimaru rests his hand on Giri's blunt snout and steers him away from the human dwelling outside.
"Training time!" He declares to the large albino, taking a martial arts styled stance.

"Training time!" Giri says cheerfully, his pale pink eyes brightening up as he begins to act his age once again.
Happily he follows the shining furred water type out into the sunlight and wriggles his armored hindquarters.
His body is still going to take some getting used to and training with Fujimaru was fun!.
It was just like a game.
Giri hunkers down, bracing his four legs against the dirt as his large claws dig in for traction.
He snorts, pawing at the ground as he turns his tough armored head around to meet the Simipour.
"Giri!" He cries and charges forwards with his head down.
Fujimaru swings up his blade to deflect the blow, not used to holding the sword one handed.

With a faint ringing sound Fujimaru feels the impact vibrate up his arm and grits his teeth as he manages to block Giri's charge with the flat of the large broad blade but the albino Lairon is really digging in with his claws to add extra force to the blow and with one hand the shining furred simipour cannot stop his charge, merely deflect it away from his body.
Fujimaru winces, swinging the blade around one handed as Giri digs in his large claws to change direction swifter than the Water Type had seen him do before, hurtling back towards him.
Again Fujimaru manages to block but one handed he can't get his arm into position in time to launch a counter attack.
"Good..." Fujimaru says, leaning down to lower his center of gravity as his deep blue eyes meet Giri's soft pink ones.
Tensing his thighs the long furred Simipour leaps out of the way of Giri's next charge like a matador, swinging his blade down.

Fujimaru's blade scrapes along the tough triangular scales of Giri's back as the Lairon lowers his head and digs his claws into the soft soil once again, skidding to a halt rapidly and using his extra grip to swiftly start a new charge.
Fujimaru stands still, blade held defensively in front of him as the shining furred Simipour prepares to block another charge but after repeating the same move twice Giri instead draws up the thick dark mud from inside him and spits it out in a continuous stream aimed at the eyes.
Fujimaru manages to cover his eyes in time and the mud drips down the flat of the shell blade but instead of charging forwards Giri rears up on his hind-legs, bringing his forelegs down in a powerful stomping crash.
Fujimaru rolls out of the way as Giri's feet leave crates by his head and slams the blunt edge of the blade up into Giri's exposed stomach as the limber water type slides through Giri's legs.
"Dead." He states, declaring that if he had been using the bladed edge of the seamitar he would have cut open Giri's softer underbelly.
"I'll get you next time." Giri promises playfully, pawing at the ground again.

((OOC: Enjoying your new shiny ticket?))

"Would you like to join us Chidori-kohai?" Fujimaru asks as he spins, holding the blade steady in his one hand.
Another partner in their battle formation would be good practice, preventing getting locked into predictable patterns. He grins at the Zebstrika as he takes advantage of Giri's pause to charge forwards in an attack.
The heavy shell seamitar darts down as Giri tosses his head to one side, deflecting the blow with the triangular armor of his large head.
Fujimaru ducks out of the way, unable to use his preferred counter and grips the ground with his long agile toes, skidding out of the way of the Lairon's charge.
He brings the blade around to the side, it passing dangerously close to the fringe of Giri's growing 'beard'.
His long tail twitches around and he squirts a gentle jet of water at Giri's face.
One of the long spines of Giri's knees scrapes along the ground as he blinks the warm water from his eyes.
Fujimaru takes a light stance balanced on the tips of his toes.

"Here I come~!" Giri announces, pawing at the ground once more before he leaps up and charges forwards, his armored tail wagging behind him. His footfalls shake the earth as he lowers his head, the large metal spike on the wavy triangular plate facing forwards like a horn as he cheerfully leaps forwards, suddenly shifting his weight from both forefeet equally to the one on the left.
His claws dig into the dirt as he drifts around a corner, his large armor plated body sweeping towards his sensei.
The large Lairon, strips of silver skin stretched across his frame like iron bands, rolls over and Fujimaru leaps over his body, lightly tapping him between the eyes as he does so.
"Dead again Giri."

((OOC: Oh stop it, you're making me blush <3))

Fujimaru grins and obligingly moves aside to make room for Chidori. Their battlefield has deep scratches in it from the ferocity of Giri's charges but otherwise the area is a fairly flat circle of thin grass.
Raising the flat of his blade in a salute Fujimaru spins on the balls of his feet and charges forwards, holding the blade at right angles to his body as he charges straight towards the Zebstrika.
His long tail twists in midair like a seviper, helping the one-armed monkey to maintain balance with the heavy blade clutches in one hand.
He moves in a strangely hopping way, prepared to dodge an electric attack as he sweeps the blade around in a wide arch aimed at Chidori's hooves, using the blunt back of the blade instead of the cutting edge.

Giri playfully paws at the ground.
"Yay playtime~!" He cheerfully calls out, a sly look coming over him as he turns towards Chidori and growls unconvincingly.
His long claws tightly gripping the ground he lurches forwards in a charge, his steely head lowered as he builds up speed.
Large chunks of earth are torn up by his feet as he heads towards Chidori like a freight train.

((OOC: One does not simply accept awesomeness))

Fujimaru spins away as the electric jolt passes him by, the sparking shock wave launched from the spiked stiffened horns of the Zebstrika's head skips past him due to his erratic gait and the blunt edge of the blade smacks into the electric type's knees, causing them to buckle slightly.
A few beads of perspiration running down his furred face the elemental monkey straightens up, swinging the heavy blade around again in an attempt to balance himself.
His tail curls around as he squirts out a jet of water, not powerful enough to be truly damaging or hot enough to burn but still strong enough to sting.
He aims the jet at Chidori's back as Giri charges forwards.

Giri lowers his tough armored head as he charges, making sure the thick plate of steel is the first potential point of contact as he charges forwards.
His scaled metal armored tail twists in midair as he leaps forwards, trusting in his rock subtyping to protect him from the heat of the flames he can already feel.
His long claws gouge at the earth as he charges forwards.
"Giri!" He cries.

Fujimaru lithely leaps backwards as sparks fly from the puddling water and nearly shock him. Chidori's electric typing is powerful against him but this isn't the first time Fujimaru has had to deal with his weakness to types powerful against him.
Holding his shell blade defensively he leaps forwards again, using a close combat based strategy to limit Chidori's movements as Giri thunders up to full speed.
His tail twists like a hosepipe to balance himself as he winces, his body over-extending as he tries to heft the blade one handed.
He carefully hops over the sparking puddles of water left behind by Chidori, aware that brushing one will result in an unpleasant electric shock as he backs away from what looks like an inevitable impact.

Giri's stubby legs pump like pistons as he lowers his iron armored head and builds up as much steam as he can.
His long clawed toes give him superb grip on nearly any surface and his pale pink eyes gleam.
This was fun, they were having fun...
But he was still going to try to win.
Not wanting to hurt Chidori he pulls back from the mountain shattering power of the Head Smash for a perfectly normal, albeit powerful, charge that relies on the tensile strength of his metallic armor.
Growling softly under his breath his hind quarters tense as he dives forwards, his armored forehead held low to protect his softer chin as he slams forwards with a Headbutt attack.

((OOC: Smash!))

The two collide with a heavy thud and Fujimaru winces at the feel of the heavy collision. Chidori is knocked over from the force of the collision and appears stunned for a few moments by the damage before managing to get to his feet.
The weather is still far from perfect, Chidori's upright mane serving as a good conductor to draw reviving electricity into his body.
The one armed Simipour spins agilely once again, the heavy blade resting firmly in his palm as he twists agilely and brings his tail around as he leaps into the air, shell blade drawn and gleaming in the flickering light as he tries to bring it down, flat first, across Chidori's back.

With a heavy 'thud' Giri feels his charge come to an end as his heavy armored brow smacks firmly into the Zebstrika, sending the equine Electric Type tumbling backwards.
The shock of the collision is negligible on his own thickly armored head but it is still a powerful blow and Giri pauses to check Chidori is o.k., his pale pink eyes wide with concern, until the Zebstrika gets to his feet.
Cheerfully smiling to see Chidori isn't hurt the Lairon paws at the ground once again then notes with surprise the sharp jolt of electricity that revives the Zebstrika's power.
Rather than try to charge the Electric Type again Giri determinedly holds his ground when faced with Chidori's sparking fur.

Fujimaru's blade nearly smacks into the ground when the electric type elegantly leaps away from his blow, The one armed Simipour managing to halt the blade in time to prevent it from smacking down into the dirt and getting mud all over the clean cutting edge of shell.
Leaping backwards to avoid the puddles Fujimaru drops into a low ninja like run, using his enhanced agility to duck and weave around the puddles of water as he holds his blade at his side.
Chidori is very fast, even after the stunning blow he had previously been dealt he is capable of leaping over Giri's squat form with fur still all a sparking.
The Simipour leaps up as well with monkey-like agility but rather than vaulting over Giri he lands on the Lairon's back, resting comfortably in the space between the curved armour plates of the albino's neck.

Giri feels the small weight of Fujimaru on his back and tilts his head up to look in the shining furred Simipour's direction.
His light pink eyes are curious as his mentor leans down and whispers something in his ears.
"Sure can do Jiji!" Giri says cheerfully, tossing his head and pawing at the ground with his clawed feet.
He looks slyly at Chidori, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smile.
So they have a plan.
With Fujimaru riding on his back Giri charges forwards once more.

Fujimaru delicately balances himself on the charging Lairon's steely back, feeling the steady motion of Giri's bunching muscles underneath him as he focuses on Giri's sparking form as he roughly tugs the beautiful faceted jewel of his Mystic Water necklace off and hangs it over one of the albino steel type's many back spines as he leaps off the hard plate of Giri's back towards Chidori.
He keeps his blade held tightly in his one hand as he soars through the air so swiftly it seems like he is flying before spinning around in a showy sommersault and bringing the blade down towards Chidori's head.

Snorting Giri's sharp claws dig deep into the ground as rivulets of water run down his metallic hide. He enjoys the feeling of his new body stretching and flexing, obeying his commands as he drops into the familiar combat patterns of his training with Fujimaru, adapted for his now larger body.
His long metal plated tail whipping from side to side the Lairon lowers his head so close to the ground that his fringed chin nearly scrapes the wet dirt as he ducks in low then tosses his head upwards in a move mimicking the throwing pattern of a Heracross.

With a hollow roar Giri flips his head upwards, the rounded part of the metallic horn on his forehead catching Chidori's side.
A few sparks travel from the Zebstrika's monchrome fur to his metallic plating and the Lairon winces as they temporarily cause his muscles to cease.
With a swift jerk of his metal armored head he tosses the Electric Type upwards, hooking his head between the equine's legs in a method similar to a Heracross's attack.
By bracing his clawed legs tightly against the ground and using the principles of leverage he actually sends the Zebstrika (though briefly) airborne.
"Giri~!"


Fujimaru spins around in an elegant somersault, his shell blade held in his one remaining hand as he twirls around and brings his blade down, flat edged first, between the jagged horns of the Zebstrika's head.
It hits far more lightly then it could have, though the force of being tossed in the air is still painful.
The shining furred Elemental Monkey smiles.
"Dead."
He says as he twists his body and lands on the Zebtrika's back.
A few sparks from the Electric Type's fur give him a light shock but it is a very clear blow in his favor.

Recognizing the Zebstrika's bow as the gesture of respect it is the elemental monkey's smile grows a fraction and he bows back, bending from the waist in an elegant half-bow.
"I can say the same for you Chidori-san. Now if you feel our training as satisfactorily concluded may we get in out of the rain?" He asks with a small grin.
Thankfully here on the peripheries the storm that had started while they were fighting in the pokecentre had less force, being more of a cold shower but he can tell that if he does not get his young student dry soon there is a risk that his shining armor will start to rust.
From the sparks playing across Chidori's dark haired cot and stiffened mane the Electric Type would no doubt appreciate a chance to cool down by running in the storm for a few minutes.

Giri gratefully accepts Fujimaru's suggestion. In the heat of battle he had been getting rather excited and the cool water helped cool him off but now the battle was over and he had calmed down a bit the falling droplets were getting irritating.
Blinking his pale pink eyes the albino Lairon yawns widely and scratches at the ground.
He wants to get inside and he dried off.
Fujimaru scratches the underside of his chin, something the Lairon enjoys and follows him to the helter of the house.