Flip the Coin [Eli]

[ZEKE/ZANE TENMAR]

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[atrb=style,background: url(http://i.imgur.com/5STKF.png); border-top: 3px solid #494949; border-bottom: 5px solid #494949; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.9] There were a few certain things in Zane's life, most of the stories and lies tended to crumble around him. Leaving nothing but he and Zeke to crawl from the rubble. In some ways, Zane envied Zeke his innocence. The poor thing didn't know what was wrong with him, didn't know what it was that made him lose consciousness, only to awaken in some completely other place, with Pokemon that weren't his own and usually a throbbing headache. He knew that Zeke panicked, he knew that he wanted to know so desperately what was wrong with him and simply... Didn't know. That was because Zeke couldn't remember why Zane was there. Didn't even know actually. Sneering slightly at the Pokeball in his hand, Zane gave it a slight toss into the air before snorting and tossing back beside the knocked out trainer. Nothing worthwhile, again. So he merely left it there, rolling over to touch the boys hand while Zane quite deliberately stepped on him to pass over him. The Rebel life suited Zane, as did Ranger life to Zeke. Zane believed in survival, and nothing more than that. All the evil the world was... It eventually changed a person, but not Zane. He fought, he killed, he survived. Survival was all that was important. Turning at a slight noise behind him, Zane walked slowly to crouch back beside the fallen trainer. The thought flickered across his mind whether he should kill him. Whether it was worth the effort it would take to hide it, cover his tracks. He was so peaceful, sleeping there, that Zane watched him with an expression almost like childlike curiousity. What would it be like to be like he was? To have nothing really to live for, but to be content in walking forwards towards an unclear goal. People like this trainer called out in fear for their Pokemon because they... loved... them. It was an emotion Zane couldn't understand, couldn't remember how it felt. They were all so stupid, to rely on such a weak emotion, an emotion that would weaken a person. How odd... Standing again, he gave the body another nudge before sticking his hands in his pockets as he turned away. "Emotions... Very pointless things..".

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[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 314px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dadada] Well now, wasn't this a tad interesting. As the wanderer he was, Elijah found himself within the vicinity of Petalburg city, the home of the normal type gym in Hoenn, as well as a few new trainers. Though other than that, there wasn't much to interest the blonde. And so he had had spent something close to an hour, simply sitting beneath a tree, napping for the past few minutes, enjoying the clean breeze unlike the one he usually had in the busy roads of Goldenrod city. Underneath the cool shade of the trees and hidden behind bushed, the rebel admin felt the day lazily stroll by as he closed his eyes. It was the sound of a scuffle that tore him back into consciousness, the sound claws on the ground and scurrying on the grass before the inevitable squeal from a pokemon. He grumpily turned his head, too see a Houndoom with his claws extended and front paws on top of a struggling Zigzagoon. "Arky, I was sleeping." He grumbled, closing his eyes again as he placed a hand to cover them from the light of the afternoon sun. The Houndoom only pushed more of his weight onto the trapped Zigzagoon, who only flailed more and uttered panicked calls for help. Of course, Arkadius was only trying to have his fun, despite being the dark canine that he was, the hound was ever the playful type. The Houndoom let something akin to a snicker pass before he snapped his head back to his trainer who let out another growl. With sigh, Arkadius lifted himself off the Zigzagoon. The striped pokemon quickly scurried off into the tall grass, very very relieved to have escaped being dinner by the dark pokemon. But this wasn't what was interesting. Though hidden, Elijah could see through the small gaps between the bushes. It had so happened that he had witnessed a rather odd scenario, one mainly of two trainers actually fighting. Well, now only one trainer stood, and seemed to be looking at the other with a curious expression. It seemed like such an odd scene for the blonde. Elijah stood up, dusting off whatever might have fallen onto him while he sat under the tree, keeping his eyes trailed onto Zane, who seemed to have noticed the tiny noise but dismissed it almost immediately. He couldn't exactly place his finger on it, but he had a strange feeling that he knew who this strange boy was. Elijah walked past the bushes and straight for the fallen trainer, Arkadius tailing behind him. He gazed at the trainer curiously. Just unconscious, or at least the blonde could still see the rise and fall of the other's chest. He looked up at Zane with a guarded expression. There was certain questions in his mind for the other, plus that nagging familiar feeling, but for now... "You're not even going to steal his pokemon? That's what I'd do~"

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[ZEKE/ZANE TENMAR]

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[atrb=style,background: url(http://i.imgur.com/5STKF.png); border-top: 3px solid #494949; border-bottom: 5px solid #494949; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.9] Startled by the voice near him, Zane hissed in a sound that was almost animalistic. The moment he saw Elijah; however, he relaxed slightly, blue eyes losing some of the fury in them as he slowly stood. Every movement Zane made was one of a caged animal, primed to attack if he needed to. It was only his expression, which smoothed into something that was almost a smile as he stepped away. "I know you would have." Taking a slight step away to make himself more comfortable with the situation, Zane crossed his arms over his chest as he smiled at the other rebel. The expression still felt stiff and unnatural on his features, but Zane had learnt that it seemed to put people at ease, so he smiled and looked down at the sprawled trainer and nudged him with a foot. "But these Pokemon are common, and not even very well trained. The trainer is even less interesting." He murmured, his voice not changing as his eyes moved from the trainer to the Pokeballs and finally to the other rebel. It was hard to remember if he had met this gentleman, or if this man had met Zane. He was fairly sure it was him though, he wouldn't have made the comment about stealing Pokemon otherwise. "Perhaps it is enough for you to take common Pokemon back to our leader, but it is not for me." Zane murmured smoothly, shifting his weight constantly from one foot to the other just in case he needed a quick escape from the situation. Such as if this person turned out not to be a Rebel, or even more interesting, happened to be unaware of his condition. Zane had been careful to alert his leaders to such things, that his activity would be sporadic at best, that he never knew whether it was Zeke or Zane that they would be dealing with. Perhaps that was why this rebel stood slightly apart, so he merely smirked again, "I'm Zane." There, that should calm him down, realise they were on the same team. "Do not worry, I assume we work for the same person." Even though his voice was polite and even friendly, there was a certain coldness and technicality to the way he spoke. Mechanical; perhaps, would be the best way to describe Zane's voice. Emotions were something that the young man locked away from himself, Zeke may live off the excitement of emotions, but Zane did not. His hands were constantly stretching and closing, fiddling with something anxiously. It was probably a well known fact that Zane, unlike his alter-ego, could be dangerous. That he attacked without thought for his own danger, but simply to survive. That was all that mattered in these cases. "He tried to protect them." The curious note was back in his voice again, though he didn't say anything more for the moment, simply flexing his hands open and closed and concentrating on keeping his breathing steady. .

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[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 314px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dadada] He looked at the other calmly enough, curious at the hiss, but even more so at the change of face. Cool and calculating the look seemed, which only made Elijah a tiny bit suspicious. At least for now he could tell the other was another Rebel, otherwise he wouldn't have so carelessly said anything about stealing the others pokemon. The blonde shifted his gaze, frowning at the other. What did he know about him? What was with the knowing tone? 'I know you would have.' That phrase alone was enough to irk him, implying that Zane knew him to expect him to take the trainer's pokemon. Ha! As if. He shook his head, sighing a little. All for show really, before turning his gaze back to Zane. "Ah, well, I didn't exactly know what kind of pokemon this guy has... But, doesn't every bit count?" He shrugged, appearing unsure of his own answer. He had always found it best to play dumb when a situation seemed odd. "I hear the pokemon don't even reach all the way to the leader... It just kinda... Circulates or something?" He said, sounding unsure once more of his words. Of course, typically that was how it went, and often the rebel admin was only given a report as to which pokemon had been collected, and where they had gone to. At the sound of the name, Elijah paused and blinked at the other, eyes wide. But that was only for a moment, for the blonde was soon back to his normal pose, looking at the other innocently with a small frown, making it seem actually doubtful that he had changed his expression at all. But yes, now he could properly think of why the other seemed so vaguely familiar. Being the paranoid sort of person he was, Elijah had a short file for every one of the members. Zane, a curious case. He had indeed been slipped the note this certain wasn't what he seemed, a condition of dual personality that made him quite the interesting specimen. The blonde smiled a little. "Jacob, nice to meet you. Yeah, I sorta figured." He said simply. He considered even telling Zane that he was the rebel admin, just for the hell of it, though he would've expected the other to reject the statement. He didn't even have his badge on him to prove himself. As he mused with the idea, Zane's voice broke through the momentary silence. Elijah blinked and looked down at the trainer. Was that why the other had been looking at the fallen trainer so curiously, because the guy had tried to defend his pokemon. "His pokemon? Uhh, yeah, most trainers do that you know? Quite a lot consider their pokemon as friends or family. You'd be surprised of the things they'll do to save them." He said in a matter-of-fact tone, crossing his arms. "Does that mean you don't?" He added teasingly, producing a sly smile.

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[ZEKE/ZANE TENMAR]

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[atrb=style,background: url(http://i.imgur.com/5STKF.png); border-top: 3px solid #494949; border-bottom: 5px solid #494949; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.9] "Even if it circulates, the strongest member is only as powerful as the weakest link." Zane shrugged slowly, trying not to show any annoyance that might have flickered across his expression. Why should he explain to this person why he had chosen not to take the Pokemon. It wasn't because he didn't want to take them, but because he thought they weren't worthy of being sent back. It was all as simple as that. Still, he shouldn't have to explain that to someone he barely knew. Someone who he'd really just met and didn't know anything about other than that he wasn't running for a Ranger. "Why would I want the risk of such a weakling coming back to me?" Zane questioned, as though the idea of getting a weak Pokemon back truly left a bad taste in the young rebels mouth. Zane wasn't looking at Elijah close enough to see the flicker in his expression, his eyes roaming around the area constantly to take in everything. Even if he had seen the surprise though, he probably would have taken pleasure in it. Of course he liked causing the surprise and shock that he did. Of course he liked standing out amoung the names, simply because he could. It wasn't something he'd asked for or intentionally pursued, but he was going to make the most of it in every way he could. If it gave him even the briefest of headstarts against someone else, he was going to take it and manipulate it. "Jacob." The name was repeated, Zane's eyes going over the other's face carefully to imprint him on memory and attach the name to the face in his mind rather than have it slip away when it very well might be useful for him. Another curious look at Jacob, this time with a rather bemused expression crossing the usualy harsh features as he glanced back at the trainer. Protecting them, because they were friends, or family. It seemed like an odd concept to Zane, simply because the idea of "family" made his lip curl with disgust. Why would you wish to save something like that? Why would you not throw it at the nearest person and hope they kept it well away from you? It was a curious thought, but not one that bothered Zane too deeply. He tried not to think about things like that, the emotionless part of his personality helped, kept him calm. While he understood anger, greed, frustration and other such emotions... Things like love were still completely strange to the young man. Enough that when Jacob said it, his frown deepened. To consider them friends, to protect them. Would he do that? Did he what? Consider his Pokemon friends or family? Something in his gaze flickered, softened for merely an instant - a glimpse of the other personality that remained smothered by Zane for the time being. "Consider them family? I do not." He would never consider the only creatures in the world he liked the company of something so vile. "Would I protect them? I am... uncertain. It is a difficult question. Would you? Protect your Pokemon from something? Do you consider them family?" .

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[ELIJAH CASTAIRE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 314px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dadada] He gave a neutral shrug, and then a lopsided smile. Seeming like a some random fellow was definitely better, if he wanted to keep his identity a secret that was. The less he said about himself, the better it would be. However, from the tone the other held, it seemed clear that he had some kind of distaste for the weaker of the bunch. An image flashed across Elijah's mind, one of Zane kicking a Magikarp, rather comically too. And for some reason, the mental image made him laugh. Ahh, yes. There were definitely some who could easily stomach darker scenes, and he had a feeling that Zane was one of them. It was a while before he noticed the grin that had sneaked onto his face, and he hastened to wipe it of his features. He looked at the fallen trainer, as though it was that sight that had taken his smile away. Hmph, for a moment there, he was looking a bit too happy. Wait it wrong for him to be happy that maybe there was someone who could maybe appreciate the more... Violent ways? According to most of the world, yes. But according to him? ... Maybe a little yes, maybe a little no. He liked have his own unique view point after all. He didn't like to seem... Predictable. Especially to those closest to him. And even more especially to Damion. If ever came the day that his blonde partner could guess his thoughts... Well, he'd kick his own ass. Zane asked a question, and at the mention of family he looked to the Houndoom by his side, who gave him some kind of grin with a lot of teeth involved. Heh. Family. Funny thing about his, they probably didn't know a thing he'd been up to. That wasn't to say that he had no contact with them at all. In fact, he called at least once every week, sometimes more. The only catch was, he told them a very different story of how his life was. In the story he had weaved for them, he was a mere photographer, not much care of money, travelling from city to city and taking time with enjoying himself. He had a girlfriend of course, and the thoughts of settling down were always there. But 'Katherine's' family wanted to wait for the right time, and so they wouldn't need to expect a wedding anytime soon. Of course, these were all just lies. "Wouldn't know. I don't have much of a family to compare them to." He said, lying through his teeth with another innocent smile on his lips. The blonde placed a palm on the canine's head, turning his head to look at Zane. "Of course I would." He said, a bit too dramatically but had no choice but to roll with it. "They're the only one's I can count on. And they count on me too."Half-true. He decided. He certainly thought of his pokemon somewhere along the lines of friends. But his definition of it. He needed something from them, and they needed something from him. Thus they were friends. "You say you don't know but... I'm sure you'd try and save your pokemon if they were in trouble." He said finally, removing his hand from the dark canine and scratching the back of his head with it. He could kick himself for sounding so naive.

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[ZEKE/ZANE TENMAR]

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[atrb=style,background: url(http://i.imgur.com/5STKF.png); border-top: 3px solid #494949; border-bottom: 5px solid #494949; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.9] Zane's mind worked best with facts and figures, it rejected flights of fancy and anything that might have come under it - including irrational grinning. He had always been the type to steadily catergorise everyone he met, slipping them neatly into their cushioned little Pidgey-holes and never thinking about it again. If he was normally so good at that, why was it suddenly so hard to do the same for this man? At first he slotted fairly easily into the strange but typical rebel. Friendly enough, but with a sense of danger that had every instinct Zane had prickling uneasily in response to it. The more he watched the other; however, the more Zane didn't really understand where to fit this 'Jacob'. The sudden grin only confused matters more, and Zane's eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion and doubt for Elijah's good will. Oddly enough, had he known the other's position in the rebels, he would likely have been even more paranoid. Just as abruptly the expression was gone, and Zane's unease trippled. Who was this man who could wipe his expression clean like a board? Zane didn't know, but it wasn't in his nature to find out more about such people. Something about Jacob screamed danger, and Zane had not gotten so far in life by ignoring the instincts that ran his entire being. Perhaps he was really a ranger? For the moment he posed no threat to his survival, but he wasn't about to ease his stance just in case. It was a situation that made Zane long for a weapon, something solid in his grasp that would allow him to feel more focused. More in tune with everything that was happening. At this moment it was all he could do to keep his eyes on Jacob and not let his suspicion stop him from paying attention to everything else around him at the same time. If there was even the slightest noise, he'd work out where it was coming from and be able to react accordingly, if he was focusing on Jacob, he'd never hear that small rustle that might be a warning and in the next moment he'd be dead. Not exactly the best way to go out when he has such a good track record as it was. Family. Just the word made the young man bare his teeth like any good wild animal. Images of blood, pain and faces flashed through his mind, disjointed and instinctual as he growled quietly. Family. A disgusting and foul word, it meant nothing. Nothing but the endless torture of one person so that another could feel a little more powerful because of that weakness. "I would not consider that a bad thing, to have no family." Perhaps, in a way it was a bad thing, because if he hadn't had a family then he would never have come into existence and then Zeke would have dealt with everything on his own... Thoughts, they weren't his strong point, they never had been. Shaking his head slightly to rid himself of the troublesome things, Zane focused his attention back outwards, ignoring the questions that threatened inside of him, threatened to overwhelm the urge to ease away from Jacob. "Really?" To depend on someone that wasn't himself... Even with his pokemon, he didn't really depend on anyone that wasn't ... well, him. He knew the others were helpful, but he wouldn't depend absolutely on them to get him out of a troubling situation. "I see, that is interesting that you would think that, can you not just depend on your own abilities. Or is it perhaps that you lack these abilities, and thus must rely on said creatures?" It wasn't intended as insulting, and indeed, Zane's voice lacked any sort of irritating quality - it was merely curious. Wondering. In his calm, and logical mind, such a thing would make complete sense. To depend on a more powerful creature because he lacked the skills and attributes to do it himself. With that, Zane firmly placed this Jacob fellow into the Pidgey-box of his mind marked 'coward".

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