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Trainer? Maybe, if walking around with Deerling and watching him pick fights with the local Pidgeys counts. It probably doesn't, though. Vaughn keeps quiet, tilting his head and looking over the Pokémon hanging off the guy's arm, obviously claiming itself as his — uh, Noibat? He thinks so. He's pretty sure, actually, since there's no way it's a Swoobat and there's not much else it can be. He could just check his Pokédex, since it's supposed to scan for everything all the time, but he's too paranoid to look away from this guy for more than even a second. Vaughn feels Deerling tense under his fingers, like the little thing is agreeing with him.
"You're a..? No, you know what, of course you are. Damnit," he mutters with a grimace. Vaughn had heard a few horror stories, even though he still, technically, lives at home and goes exactly nowhere, but you'd have to be blind, dumb, and deaf to miss all the crazy crap Team Rocket gets up to. And he had managed to find one of their grunts a hundred feet from the city. Or one had managed to find him. Didn't really matter, he guesses, because there's a Rocket picking a fight with him now. Fantastic.
Vaughn can't even think about getting them out of here before the guy's Noibat(?) is kicking up a tiny storm, but at least he manages to stay on his feet. His poor Pokémon isn't so lucky. Deerling digs into the ground, but all that does is loosen up some dirt — he's flying, falling, then landing with a soft whump! in an awkward tangle of limbs about a yard away. "You okay, bud?" he calls over his shoulder even before the winds die completely, gnawing at his bottom lip. The tiny fawn gets to his hooves a few seconds later, though, shaking some debris off his coat and looking irritated as he goes to stand by Vaughn again.
He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. They should bail. Bailing would be the smart thing to do. And Deerling won't let either of them walk away until they're both out cold and robbed completely blind for all ten or so dollars they have on them. Double damnit. "Please don't get yourself killed," he complains, voice just low enough to be heard. His stupid, brave fawn twitches an ear and canters forward, bracing himself as though he's guarding Vaughn from another attack... which might work, actually. Like, in the sense that they won't get totally annihilated. The Rocket's Pokémon was stronger and faster, hands down, but Deerling could be ridiculously stubborn. Maybe they could hold out until the guy got bored, then go home and lick their wounds. For a few days.
Vaughn's not really in the forest so much as he is standing around it, watching his Deerling with his hands crammed in his pockets and looking very slightly bemused, like he's entertained and exhausted all at once. He'd grown up in Viridian, so he's not exactly scared to get going — well, he's not scared of trees, or bugs, or whatever, but he knows the little Pokémon would take a walk as an invitation to drag him along all night. Without any of their supplies. In the dark. Probably charging ahead a lot, too, wanting to sniff and bleat at every dangerous thing he could find, which actually is kind of terrifying, so Vaughn's giving him until the sun completely sets to work out his energy before they turn around for their last night at home.
He tilts his head when he hears — uh, a voice. He can't really make it out, but it's nearby, and Vaughn turns around and looks at... someone, he's not sure who. Probably just another trainer, just someone passing through, but he goes still and stiff, anyway. His spine feels sort of itchy at the base, too. Maybe because it's dark, maybe because he's always been a little weird about meeting new people, maybe because this guy looks a little weird himself. Whatever, something feels off, Vaughn swears. He sees Deerling from his peripherals freeze for a second before trekking over, standing next to his legs and looking just as alert as he does. Good Pokémon, indulging his paranoid delusions. "Uh... hey, man," he offers, giving Deerling a scritch round his ears in an effort to relax himself. It works, a little. "Y-you need something?" He could just be lost, or just want to talk. He doesn't know, which, come to think, is probably why he's being so neurotic.
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