Wyatt "Felix" J. Ralston [f]
Nov 17, 2013 20:23:51 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2013 20:23:51 GMT -5
WYATT, JAYDEN, RALSTON
TWENTY - POKEMORPH - AGENDER - OMNISEXUAL - ANTI-PRAVUS - UNEMPLOYED
ABOUT THE PLAYER:
OOC Account: Anima
What do you wish to be called?: Anima
Other Characters: None
BASIC INFORMATION:
Full Name: Wyatt Jayden Ralston
Nickname(s): Felix
Gender: Agender
Age: 20
Allegiance: Anti-Pravus
Occupation (Position) : Unemployed
Species: Ditto Pokemorph
Powers:
- Transform
Felix would be absolutely nothing without the one move that his pokemon species is most well known for. Like any ordinary ditto, he is capable of transforming his body to replicate the appearance and abilities of any pokemon, as well as the appearance of any humans and inanimate objects he sees. This power by all means, would be amazingly fun to have, in theory. Reality on the other hand, tends to bite such optimism in the metaphorical back-side. The power granted through the injection of pokemon DNA is impotent compared to the power possessed by true pokemon, and Felix is no exception. Not only is using this power more difficult for him, but it also a very painful and unpleasant experience.
Size and complexity tends to be the biggest factor as far as how dangerous and difficult his transformations are to him. He has the easiest time turning into things that are similar to his own size or smaller. It's painful, but it doesn't require too much time to do. As the subject in question gets larger and more complex, the more painful the transformation gets and the longer it takes for him to complete it. Turning into anything much larger than the average adult human would be the most dangerous for him, and attempting such forms could very well kill him.
Like any ordinary ditto, his transformations aren't always perfect, and if he hasn't had a lot of practice with a particular form, it almost never is. The potential for error can be anywhere from something minor like a bulbasaur missing a few spots, to something as glaring as a doduo missing one of it's heads. Sometimes he doesn't notice the errors, but other times, he can't be bothered to attempt correcting the error. In the latter case, he isn't above seeking alternate methods of covering up the mistake, or otherwise coming up with a way to explain it without raising suspicion.
Transforming into a pokemon, also grants Felix a number of it's traits and abilities. Whatever moves that specific pokemon knows, he will be able to use. Whatever abilities the pokemon possesses, he will gain. Whatever type the pokemon is, will then be his, along with all the resistances and weaknesses that come with it. As is the usual case with pokemorphs, whatever moves he does copy won't be as strong as they would be when used by a true pokemon. If he hasn't had much practice with the form he also may not gain some moves, what moves he does gain may not work as expected and the abilities might not work at all.
While it is possible for him to transform into something by memory, it is an extremely difficult feat that requires a lot of practice on the specific form to just get to a workable point. Mistakes are inevitable, and would take a huge dedication to simply minimize on the most obvious errors. Eliminating errors completely would take an effort that is beyond reason to even consider attempting. Furthermore, when transforming into a pokemon by memory, Felix will only gain the pokemon's form, without the benefit of it's moves, abilities or type.
Felix cannot under any circumstance, transform into something that does not exist. He also cannot transform into something that is purely based on a description or photograph. Description would be flat out impossible to even attempt, and photographs would at best turn him into a flat and nearly immobile representation of the subject. Photographs can however, be used to aid in transforming by memory, making success a little more likely, though it's still not guaranteed and still has the drawbacks regarding the copying of moves and abilities.
Felix can be forced back to his ditto form a number of ways. The first one is very simply by beating him up badly. Illness can also weaken him to a point where he cannot hold his form, and going too long without food, water and/or sleep can also cause him to revert back into a ditto. Felix also has a tendency to revert if he falls into deep sleep. Otherwise, he can usually hold a form as long as he wishes to.- Limber
Assuming he hasn't transformed, in which case the subject's ability (or lack thereof) would override it, Felix is highly resistant to being paralyzed. Unfortunately for him though, this resistance also applies to most pain suppressants, meaning the options for easing the pain involved in his transformations are quite limited.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:
Hair color and hair style: Hairless
Eye Color: Black
Height: 1' 00"
Build: Amorphous
Skintone: Bubblegum pink
Other Appearance Information:Felix isn't like most other pokemorphs, who usually maintain at least a semblance of their human appearance. When undergoing the process, his body wasn't strong enough to hold it's humanoid form, and instead Felix ended up taking the full blown, pink blobby appearance of a Ditto. Even with his transform ability, without being able to look at it directly to copy his human self properly, he'll never be able to become it.
Aside from being just a simple pink blob though, Felix does have transformation abilities, which he often uses to his advantage. Aside from simply despising his default form, he also avoids staying in it to avoid unwanted attention from Pravus. His pursuers are after all, looking for a ditto, and the less time he spends as ditto, the less likely he'll be identified.
Granted, his transformation abilities aren't always, or even frequently perfect. Whatever form he takes is bound to have some sort of flaws that don't quite match up to the subject. Such flaws he might attempt to cover up in some way, depending on whether doing so will make him more or less obvious. In general, he tries to remain as indistinctive as possible, and as such favors taking on the forms of more common species of pokemon, and he avoids doing anything with his appearance that makes him stand out.
PERSONALITY:
Likes:
- Having a plan
- Games/Puzzles
- Pokemon
- Transforming
- Having friends
- Being useful
- Sincerity
- Reliability
- Flying
Dislikes:
- Being a Ditto
- Pain and Effort of Transforming
- Violence
- Disappointing others
- Condescending people
- Being on the run
- Recklessness
- First world problems
- Arceus & Xerneas
Strengths:
- Transform
- Adaptable
- Stealth
- Semi-liquid body
- Computers
- Pain-Resistant
Weaknesses:
- Dangerous transformations
- Flawed transformations
- Incapable of poké-speech
- Poor fighter
- Distrustful
- Sub-par teamwork skills
Personality:
- Cautious
Felix is a very careful person. He tends to treat every person and object like glass, handling them with very delicately. This trait is residual from his human days when he was still affected by his Osteogenesis Imperfecta condition, which had made him very fragile himself. Though this condition disappeared when he became a pokemorph two years ago, eighteen years of habitual caution has been difficult to break.
Felix also is very careful with his words and actions as well. He's very reserved and tries his best to be polite and avoid angering those around him. He may have less than popular opinions, he might be offended by someone else, but he does his best to avoid conflict unless it is absolutely necessary. He's like this because he's very sensitive to violence and prefers to avoid doing anything to provoke physical abuse against him.
Unfortunately, his cautious tendencies have also had an adverse effect on his fighting abilities. He has a hard time making full use of his strength and tends to hold back quite a bit. Striking moves hit softer than they should, his bites aren't as hard as they could be, and even projectile moves may fall short of their usual range and may also not be sustained as long as one might expect.
Felix sees little wrong with treating everything with care, even if it sometimes slows him down. His excessive efforts to be civil and fear of confrontation is more concerning to him. He has taken a rather huge step against this in deserting Pravus, and consequently he's going to have to learn to be more bold in the future if he hopes to stand against them. Presently though, he's more concerned with improving his fighting skills so he can better defend himself, and has put most of his efforts into trying to harness his full strength.- Independent
Felix is an individual who prefers to complete tasks and figure things out himself, rather than seek any amount of help. It doesn't matter if he's having difficulty with something, or even if it would be more practical to ask for assistance, he'll do everything in his power to do what he can on his own. He'll only give in once he's exhausted all other options, and even then, he'll still do so begrudgingly.
He particularly dislikes when people try to force their help on him. He often feels insulted by such gestures, to what degree depending on how convinced he is of his ability to do it himself. The reason for this stems from feeling the need to constantly prove himself capable, as well as that he needs nobody's pity. Even though he hardly needs to put much effort into it after becoming a pokemorph, it's become a deep seated habit for him.
His teamwork skills also suffer a fair bit from this. Given control, he'd pile the brunt of the work all on himself, while leaving little else for others to do. Under command of someone else, he'd insist on handling as much as possible, and get fairly grumpy about not getting to do everything he wanted to. Though he won't put up much of an argument about it, he's not the easiest person to work with.- Organized
Felix is fairly adamant about organization and planning. He was taught from an early age to think ahead and know as much about what he was going to do, ahead of time. For him, there are few things worse than diving into any situation, especially a dangerous one, without a plan. Reckless people tend to drive him nuts, enough to freak him out, despite normally being very reserved with his feelings.
He's also very used to working on a schedule. He'll often have his entire day planned out, sometimes his entire week if he's really busy. Felix is fairly strict about following his schedule. Though he isn't entirely rigid, he does get fussy if he falls too far behind and gets annoyed easily when he has to make last minute adjustments or skip something altogether.- Redemption seeker
There is nothing Felix regrets most, than consenting to undergo the procedure to become a pokemorph, and having anything to do with Pravus for that matter. He can't even begin to forgive himself for turning a blind eye, ignoring what he should have recognized as wrong but ignored for the sake of being 'cured'. Sometimes, he isn't even sure how sorry he is, given that the alternative was remaining in his brittle human body, and that just makes him feel worse.
His desire to redeem himself, is what primarily drives him. He knows it's a difficult road, but he's done taking the cowardly route. He doesn't really care so much if people still hate him for being a poke-morph, or if they refuse to trust him. He's long accepted that may never escape the stigma of being an ex-pravus agent. He simply wants to do what good he can, so he could at least be able to say he tried as much as he possibly could to do the right thing.- Spiteful
One might not expect Felix to be the kind of person to act unreasonably, but despite his usual efforts to be calm and polite, he isn't above treating others harshly when he believes he's been wronged. Fortunately though, this isn't a side of him that anyone typically sees and most of the time he'll simply avoid the person if he has a problem with them until such a time he is no longer bothered by them.
There is one particular case though, of two individuals he has a long standing hatred for. Those two, would be the legends Arceus, the creator of everything, as well as Xerneas, the legend responsible for creating life on their planet. Felix sees Xerneas responsible for creating him with a crippled body, something he doesn't feel he ever deserved. He ultimately blames Xerneas for the terrible decisions he made to get out of the weakened form he gave him, because he wouldn't have had to make those decisions if Xerneas hadn't broken him in the first place. Arceus, he sees responsible for pretty much every terrible thing that has befallen the planet. He feels the god must be ignoring his tattered creation, allowing good people to suffer when he has the power to protect them.
His views of them might be harsh, and even ignorant, but they are still feelings he has and won't hesitate to rant if someone really demands his opinion on the legends. How ever strong his feelings are though, if ever he found himself face to face with either legend, he would never be able to act on such feelings, or even speak them (though maybe they already know how he feels?). His fear of confrontation would overcome him easily, and understandably so.
Felix's views of legends in general might not be as decidedly negative as his feelings against Arceus and Xerneas specifically, but he is still generally pessimistic about any legend, and tends to think negatively of them until given reason to see them differently.- No Physical Identity
Felix has a very detached feelings toward his physical being. In his mind, his true self is his human form, and that form and only that form, is him. Having been turned into a pokemorph who is trapped in full pokemon form, he no longer sees his body as his own. Whatever form he takes, he refers to it as if it's someone else, usually referring to it by the name of the subject if he knows it, or otherwise species in the case of a pokemon, and resorting to generic pronouns in all other cases.
He doesn't even see his default form as himself, even though it's the closest he can get to having a personal identity. He infact, really dislikes his default form. It is small, pink, featurelss, and woefully ironic, considering becoming a pokemorph was supposed to cure him of the condition that made his bones fragile, and apparently the solution was to turn him into something that had no skeletal structure whatsoever. It begs a laugh, but laughing about it is the last thing he wants to do.
Felix also doesn't truly identify as any specific gender, and associates himself as whatever gender his present form happens to be. Though he is ultimately agender, he prefers to go by male geared pronouns in most cases, though he's perfectly fine being called by female terms while he's taking on a female form. He does not personally like the use of the agender pronouns "Ze" or "Zir".
With his entire identity being quite ambiguous, he's fairly open-minded to just about any type of person when it comes to love. Male, female, human or pokemon, he considers them all fair game. He does tend to lean more towards pokemon however, more because he has a much easier time assuming pokemon form than he does trying to look like a human, and the otherwise drastic height difference is a turn off for him, as shallow as that may be.
BACKGROUND:
History:Felix was born under the name of Wyatt Jayden Ralston, son of Emile and Anne Ralston. His parents were both in Pravus' military division, his father holding the rank of major while his mother worked as a spy. They were very strict parents, with very specific plans for their child. They planned to raise their child specifically to follow in their foot steps, to become someone who'd be well known for their contributions to Pravus and the betterment of their entire city.
His parents had no delusion of it being easy to steer their child on it's intended path. They were prepared to deal with whatever sparks of defiance, rebellion or whatever behavioral problems that could have popped up. What they weren't quite prepared for however, was for their child to be born with a crippling defect that would make their plans, nigh impossible.
Wyatt had broken his collar bone, two ribs and an ankle during the birthing process, and he would be diagnosed with type III Osteogenesis Imperfecta, a congentital bone disorder that would leave his bones devastatingly fragile. As he was, he would never be able to fulfill his parent's expectations for him. Still, there was hope though, as it was believed that going through the pokemorph transformation procedure would at the very least improve his condition and potentially make it possible for him to still be a worthy asset to Pravus.
In the meantime, his parents would focus on training his mind. Private tutors were hired to educate him throughout his life. He could both walk and carry a conversation by the time he was two years old. He was reading at a sixth grade level by the time he was four, and he could read nearly anything you put in front of him by the time he was eight. He was driven through his general education, until he could have entered university by the time he was thirteen.
His education was geared for the path his parents intended for him to take, which would be to join his mother as a spy. To that end, they ensured that all relevant subjects were a part of his education. It was mostly theory work, stuff he could only read and write tests on that he wouldn't be able to physically do until he was allowed to receive the pokemorph injection. What hands-on lessons he had, typically had something to do with computers or whatever else he could do sitting down.
Wyatt wasn't an eager learner, but he threw himself into his studies in order to appease his parents. They weren't really very loving parents, what interactions they had were mostly them checking up on how he was doing with his studies and to ensure he didn't stray from his daily schedule. They never said it outright, but given how obvious their expectations of him were, and how little he could do, he already came to the conclusion that he was already a disappointment.
There was no optimism about his condition. Wyatt say himself as weak, and third-rate human being. His misery about his condition was only alleviated by the thought that he could be cured, once he was old enough to become a pokemorph. Then he could be the son his parents had always wanted. Until this could happen, he refused to allow himself to doubt the procedure. He needed a cure, and he refused to let anything stop him from getting it.
Pokemon played a large role in his life. What love and affection he received at home, were from pokemon. The one pokemon he knew most of his life, was Yunith, the Espeon that had been hired as a guardian and care taker for him. She was sympathetic with Wyatt and did her best to try and keep his spirits up. The Espeon was probably the closest thing to a truly loving parent he had, though it wasn't enough, as Wyatt refused to accept anything but a cure and the ability to be the person his parents could be proud of.
Eventually though, Yunith's services became less and less necessary and she was let go. This was a devastating loss for Wyatt, but he couldn't convince his parents to keep her, and Yunith needed an income. So, it was goodbye to his oldest friend. He'd occasionally see her around the city, but the Espeon was busy and had her own life to take care of, and had no time for him anymore.
Yunith wasn't the only pokemon in his life though. When he turned sixteen, he received a very special present. It was a pokemon, a Gastly. It was a rare show of praise from his parents, a reward for his progress. It made him the happiest he had been since Yunith left, and this Gastly whom he named Wisp, became his new best friend and constant companion.
Pokemon training was among Wyatt's personal interests, and he took straight to working with his new pokemon. He'd have his time to personally train the ghost type, though the Gastly would also take part in Wyatt's training. Though Wisp was indeed a reward, they didn't choose the gastly at random. They fully intended for the gas pokemon to aid Wyatt in his future career as a spy.
On his eighteenth birthday, there was no celebration. They had scheduled for him to undergo the pokemorph transformation the very day he was old enough. Wyatt did not object of course. He was receiving the one birthday present he had waited his entire life for. No more weakness, no more wheelchair, he'd have the strength that he should have been born with, and then some.
On the operating table, Wyatt had seen the pokemon who's DNA he was to be fused with. A ditto. It was theorized that the transforming pokemon would give him the smallest chance of retaining his bone condition. It didn't matter how brittle his bones were if he could just transform them into stronger bones, right? What Wyatt wasn't expecting though, was just how the DNA would be extracted.
A large needle was injected into the Ditto's body, and the pokemon let out a shrill scream, a high pitched cry that would haunt Wyatt for the rest of his days. Immediately he knew this was wrong, that his cure came at the cost of an innocent pokemon's suffering. Morals combated with his fear of remaining weak, of never being able to impress his parents.
Regardless, there was no time to change his mind. The first injection stabbed him in the shoulder, and the process begun. It went back and forth, first there would be more blood curtling screams from the ditto, then Wyatt would be stabbed with another injection. With each injection it seemed the ditto's cries would get quieter and quieter, while he himself began to lose sense of his body, while feeling excruciating pain that seemed to come from no where.
Wyatt had blacked out before the transformation was complete. When he woke up, the first thing he saw was the ditto who's screams still echoed in his thoughts. It was silent now, and was little more than a pink puddle inside the glass tank it had been held in. Horror with what he had done to the poor thing and had him deaf to his surroundings. It took several minutes before he registered one of his doctors calling his name.
It wasn't until the doctor ask how he was feeling, that Wyatt realized... He couldn't feel at all. At least, not what he expected to feel. Seeing his reflection, he quickly discovered that he hadn't become just a mere fusion of human and ditto, but he had taken on the full form of the pokemon itself. When he was prompted to try to take pokemorph form, Wyatt didn't even know what to do. Even when he tried to transform into his former look, the only thing he got for it was more devastating pain, and the appearance of something that looked like nothing that should be alive.
It quickly became very clear that Wyatt would not have his own normal pokemorph form. His parents were as they always were, disappointed. With him always defaulting to full pokemon form, they refused to even recognize him as human anymore. Few people did, actually. Wyatt was evicted from his parent's home, and forced to look after himself.
He did sign up to train for the Pravus military, and spent two years in training. His life did not improve, and the guilt over that one small ditto never seemed to fade. At this point, he was at the end of his rope. He knew now that Pravus was wrong. That he himself, was wrong. He knew the guilt would never go away if he remained sided to them. He knew what the consequences were for deserting Pravus, but the consequences of staying, weren't looking all that favorable either.
Wyatt had considered his retreat very carefully. Being stuck in full form, he at least had the advantage of being able to pass for an ordinary pokemon. Pravus wouldn't find a specific ditto too easily. He simply just had to take on a new identity, and stay out of the way. His first step, was to take on a new name, which was how he came to be called Felix. Second, and most painfully, he had to release Wisp, his Gastly. He didn't want to lose another friend, but he couldn't risk holding onto anything that Pravus could use to identify him.
Felix then left the city and headed into the wilds. Most of his time was simply spent hiding, and surviving. Mostly, hiding and avoiding contact with any possible threats, only moving out to scavenge for food or search for a new hiding spot after the previous one was no longer safe. Making friends wasn't really a priority on his agenda, but he would stumble upon some anyway after accidentally intruding in their cave. Chinook was was a cheerful, trusting young Noibat, and had taken to Felix almost instantly. Bass, a Noivern and Chinook's uncle was less easy to win over, but fortunately was willing to give him the chance, and over time Felix gained his trust as well.
Felix now spends his days living like a wild pokemon. It was never easy, but he knew he couldn't have made any other decision, and he could never go back. He was getting stronger every day, as were his new friends, and it was looking like it could possible for him to stand up to Pravus after all.
Pokemon:
Name: Chinook
Species: Noibat
Level: 16
Gender: Male
Ability: Telepathy
Current Experience: 0/475
Origins: Encountered by accident when Felix tried to take shelter in it's cave.
Personality: Chinook is a very upbeat little bat, and almost always seems to have a cheerful attitude. He likes to look at the bright side of things instead of the bad. He can be a bit naive, and a bit of a smart alec when he wants to be. Though he seems happy enough, he is known to cry over his dead family a bit when he thinks no one is around.
Attacks:
- Screech
- Supersonic
- Wing Attack
- Leech Life
- Bite
- Steel Wing
- Tailwind
- Outrage
Name: Bass
Species: Noivern
Level: 48
Gender: Male
Ability: Infiltrator
Current Experience: 0/1275
Origins: Encountered by accident when Felix tried to take shelter in it's cave. (ooc: Obtained via Christmas Event)
Personality: Bass is a very stern pokemon, with little patience for rearing children. He only adopted his sister's pup because they were the only ones left of their family after a colony of Crobat invaded their roost and wiped them all out. He's not exactly friendly with the young Noibat, and isn't above being blunt with the young bat, but he is none the less protective of him. He was reluctant to allow Felix to stay with them, but knowing that Chinook could use a better friend than himself, he let the Ditto stay with him anyway, and overtime he's grown just as protective of the little pink blob as he is over his nephew. Though still a strong and capable fighter, his right wing was severely damaged in the same battle that took most of his family, rendering him incapable of flight.
Attacks:
- Moonlight
- Boomburst
- Dragon Pulse
- Hurricane
- Screech
- Supersonic
- Tackle
- Leech Life
ROLE-PLAYING SAMPLE:Oh thank goodness. Felix thought as he caught sight of a fairly wide cavern. He wasted no time reaching it, as the sun began peaking over the horizon, sending a crimson blaze across the sky and bringing the entire mountain side steadily into light. He only slowed to a more cautious walk once the shadows of the cave swallowed him up.
Felix sniffed a bit, but it was futile. Along with the tail, whiskers and some markings, he had failed to properly duplicate the Rattata's sense of smell. His hearing and sight were decent though, and he could hear or see anything, though sight wasn't that great. He really needed a sense of smell.
Felix found a small niche in the wall to crawl into, and slipped into it. As he did his form slowly melted, returning to it's usual blobby, bubblegum pink appearance. He never liked staying in the form for longer than he had to, but it was at least good for fitting himself in small crevices that would be hard to fit into for anything that had a skeleton. Once settled, he let out a quiet sigh of relief. Another night, survived.
Or, so he thought. His body froze up as the sound of flapping wings suddenly reached his ears. Felix shifted as far back into his crevice as he could and cursed himself for neglecting to look up. The sound was brief, couldn't have been more than one pokemon. If he was lucky, it was just a zubat deciding on a different roost, and nothing that would care about a stranger hiding along their cave's walls.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. A bit of dust blew into the gap as something landed in close proximity, and Felix only partially stifled a cough. "Hey! How'd you fit in there?" The pokemon asked cheerfully as it peered at Felix. When the ditto failed to respond, he simply tilted his head. "Did you... melt? Oh wait, you're one of those--I know. My uncle bass told me about you guys!"
Felix remained frozen to the spot, unsure if he was more alarmed by it's presence, or the unbridled volume of it's voice. "Ditto. I'm a ditto." Felix whispered sharply, hoping the response would satisfy the pokemon and get it to stop rambling on about the subject. "Wait... Uncle? Who's your uncle?" He asked. He could just make out the stranger's outline. It wasn't much bigger than him. This 'uncle' though, concerned him.
"That's right!" The stranger said, taking no hint from Felix's whispering to turn his own voice down. "Bass! My mother's brother!" He answered, not so helpfully. "He looks after me now after... Well, he looks after me now!" The Noibat continued, trailing off as his voice suddenly got quieter, only to catch himself and continue on cheerful and loud as ever. He went out to gather food, but he should be back soon!" He added, stepping back a bit to peek out of the currently empty cave entrance.
When the stranger looked back, the early dawn light caught it's face. It was a Noibat. The pokemon didn't seem too threatening, but now he was concerned about this 'uncle'. Uncles were typically older, older usually meant stronger. Stronger usually meant dangerous. This wasn't adding up to anything good for him. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry for intruding on your den. I'll leave you now before your uncle gets back." Felix muttered hurriedly.
As Felix began to crawl out of the gap though, the Noibat bounced into his way. "Oh! No, it's alright! You're welcome here! It's been forever since I met a new friend!" The noibat's eyes widened pleadingly.
Felix flinched back immediately, and frowned. Friend? Making friends was never a quick process for Felix, even in the best of circumstances. That this pokemon assumed friendship right from the get go, was mind-boggling to him. "No, really, I should go. Your uncle probably won't like me here." Felix insisted, trying to move around the Noibat.
The Noibat however, refused to let him pass peacefully. "No no, my Uncle won't be mad, I promise!" The Noibat insisted, still holding that pleading gaze. "My name is Chinook! Please stay, it's so boring in here when Uncle Bass is out!"
Felix had managed to properly remove himself from the crevice he had been hiding in by now, but he had few preferable options with the Noibat, Chinook, blocking his escape. He could attempt to force his way past, but he wasn't good at being very forceful. That, and he couldn't help but feel bad for the Noibat, the more he thought about why the young dragon was so quick to try and befriend him, the more he realized, this had to be one lonely pokemon, regardless of how cheerful he sounded.
Still, there was a matter of this 'Uncle', and he couldn't tell if the Noibat was being honest about him being okay with this. Felix didn't think a guardian would be too happy about strange pokemon interacting with its charge when it was away. If the Noibat was desperate enough to block his way out, he'd probably be desperate enough to lie about something that would give him more reason to want to leave.
Felix didn't have anymore time to think about this though, as a large, looming shadow eclipsed the sunlight that had gleamed through the cave entrance moments before. "Who's with you? Chinook?" A low, booming growl echoed through the cave. Felix instantly retreated back into the gap in the wall, scared, only looking out to see the large form of a Noivern ambling closer, then he squished himself back as far as he could.
Chinook flew up and straight at the Noivern. "I'm alright Uncle Bass! I just made a new friend! He's a ditto, he's not dangerous or mean or anything!" Chinook assured his uncle as he flew level with the Noivern's snout. "Hey, what did you bring me tonight? Are those Occa berries?"
"Silence." Bass grumbled, dropping the bushle of berries on he had in his mouth on the ground, and examining his nephew. Once satisfied that the Noibat was unharmed, he lowered his head to gaze at Felix, who remained quite frozen. Scared, but cornered, and no way to fight back. "Chinook, that is a ditto, and you think it is not dangerous? It could turn into a Beartic at a moment's notice and what would you do then?" He questioned the Noibat, while still keeping his eyes fixed on Felix.
Felix, who had returned to where he had originally been roosting, thought for a moment. "Uhm... Steel wing it?" The Noibat answered, his mouth curling into an impish little grin. He then spread his wings, which began to glow slightly as he demonstrated the move.
Bass shifted his head so he was level with his nephew, his eyes narrowed. "Smart assery and a type advantage isn't going to keep you alive Chinook." The Noivern growled sharply in annoyance. He then returned to staring down Felix. "And you. Who are you and why have you trespassed in our cave?"
Chinook opened his mouth to protest, but Bass quickly silenced the Noibat with a glare. Felix meanwhile, remained frozen for a second. "I swear I meant no harm. My name is Felix, I came in seeking shelter to sleep through the day. I didn't realize it was already claimed, it was just the only place I could find all night! Please, I'll leave right away, just don't hurt me please!" Felix begged. He knew that his chances of survival during the day were significantly worse during broad sunlight, but right now, it was looking like the better option, to trying to hold his ground against this Noivern.
"Bass, don't make him leave! He has nowhere to go!" Chinook begged, diving down to land between Felix and his Uncle. He held his wings stretched out, in what Felix could only assume was supposed to be protectively. The longer he hung around this Noibat, the more bad he felt for having wanted to get away from it. Still, sticking around had gotten him into this mess, and he wasn't sure if the guilt was worse than whatever fate he was to face at the claws of this Noivern.
Bass growled again, frustrated. He let out a long, exhausted breath before backing off. "Fine. Felix you may stay, but step one toe out of line, and you'll be someone's food." He growled before picking up the bunch of berries he had brought in, pausing to shake off a few, which rolled in Chinook and Felix's direction. He then climbed up the side of a wall settled into his roost to eat his own fill.
Chinook bounced towards the fallen berries, and rolled one into the crevice Felix was hiding in. "See? I told you my Uncle would be fine with you staying here!" He said cheerfully, before biting into his own berry.
"Right." Felix muttered sarcastically, his voice a high pitched squeak as he steadily recovered from the fear that had gripped him while he had been under that Noivern's less than friendly gaze. He still remained fairly frozen though, and took a moment before he managed to move away from the crevice enough to be able to get his mouth around the berry he had been offered. "Uh... Thanks. For sticking up for me." Felix said sheepishly.