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[Oh how he delights when mortals take their place as subservients to his whims.]

Marvelous, I will see you anon.

[And with that sent off, he'll be on his way to said park, sitting himself down on a bench under a tree, staying out of the direct sunlight. That's not weird. He's dressed in his Garlean leather outfit with a bag besides him full of myriad supplies. Far less what he might truly need versus what he wants.

He really isn't taking this being mortal thing as seriously as he should. It's hard to, when this world is so bizarre it feels like a stupid dream, rather than any sort of reality. As Tyler approaches, he might notice that Solus looks...possibly asleep? His arms are crossed over his chest, his head tilted off to one side, slightly hanging there while his eyes are closed. His breathing is even slow and relaxed enough to almost look like he's not.]

[When Tyler shows up, he's wearing something almost like riding gear; skinny denim jeans and lowcut black boots with an inch or two of heel, his navy peacoat, and a pair of polarized sunglasses sit atop his untouched hair.

There's also a phenomenally large Aerodactyl walking beside him, wearing a series of leather harnesses; but its footsteps are surprisingly quiet on the damp grass, and the two stop just shy of Solus. Not close enough to wake him up; not until Tyler snaps his fingers and points at the man, and the Aerodactyl takes a deep breath - then Roars, at full, ridiculous volume at the Ascian man.]

[This is far from the first time he's been caught asleep where he shouldn't be, nor will it be the last. Also far from the first that he's ever been awoken so rudely! Honestly, who knows which is worse: this, or when he was chased down by three tall warrior women with long rabbit-like ears. They could have just let him keep sleeping, he wasn't harming anything, but nooo, they had to capture him and parade him into their little village like he was some prize.

Well, in his opinion, he supposes he is quite, but that's besides the point. Neither is that here nor there, and instead he's left with this giant lizard roaring at him. So rude, and if he were one liable to be frightened, perhaps he might have been. Instead, his body tenses, face scrunching with obvious discomfort and discontent, brow furrowing deeply, before he squints and scowls at the pair with undeniable annoyance.

His voice even going up an octave as he bitches.]

...Was that truly necessary?! Do you make a habit of attempting to inflame the elderly, or am I just special?

[Tyler looks absolutely shamelessly delighted at the poor reception to his prehistoric alarm, and his hands have a playful bounce to them.]

Sorry, was it really that loud? I can't tell.

[why yes, he is one hundred percent milking that deaf card. And giving Ox a brief pat on his oversized snout.]

Now that you're awake, are you quite ready? We'll only be able to travel for about five hours before Ox needs a break.

[Solus merely narrows his eyes at Tyler, not dignifying such a question with a response. While he knows well Tyler doesn't know to what extent the volume was...he knows the little bastard knows it was.]

Yes, yes I am quite ready. Do not mistake my momentary rest for aught else.

[He huffs, grabbing his bag and rising to his feet, standing with a notable slouch to his posture. He looks from Tyler to Ox, tilting his head with slight curiosity.]

...Intriguing name choice, but I suppose it makes sense.

[Tyler turns and strokes Ox's snout with both hands, and a bright red feather pops out from the folds of his coat collar, so Isis can look up at the big dinosaur too. With a gentle rumble, and a swish of its long tail through the grass, the Aerodactyl kneels down, so that Tyler can climb up the leather straps and get nestled in the saddle he's fixed to Ox.

Though when he's in, there's clearly space behind him for a second person; evidently he must have brought some sort of double saddle. When he's comfortably settled in, he lifts his hands to sign again.]

Come on then.

Very well.

[The creature is impressive, Solus can admit that much, but he'd not praise the beast for its terrible behavior. In fact, he looks a touch annoyed that Tyler is, but he says nothing. Merely waits till the other man is settled in the saddle, before making his way over.

Looking up at Tyler, finally he's able to press the annoyed expression from his face, letting a more affable one take its place. With his bag secured, he climbs up himself, and does so somewhat effortlessly. While it's been quite some time since last he road any beast, it's not a skill he's forgotten. The main fuss is his...outfit, but that's easily managed after a moment.

But what a precarious proximity they have, one that Solus doesn't mind outright. In fact, he idly ponders using it to his advantage. Settling his hands on Tyler's hips for lack of anywhere else to hold, he nods.]

Off to Ecruteak we go!

[Tyler immediately stiffens at the touch, and in a silent blip there's a Natu sitting on his shoulder staring balefully at Solus.

Isis' eyes turn to look down at his hands, and glow a brilliant purple: and Solus's hands will be wrapped in an aura of the same colour. He'll quickly find that he won't be able to control them whatsoever, as they get removed, with overexaggerated care, from Tyler's hips, and pressed into the saddle horn directly in front of Solus - so hard that it threatens to bend his fingers back at their bases.

Then the pressure releases, Isis gives him one last glare, and teleports back out of sight.

Tyler claps a hand firmly against Ox's flank, and the Aerodactyl jerks swiftly upright, dropping into a crouch as he spreads his huge wings wide, and in one leap rockets into the air, flapping with incredible power until the buildings are hundreds of feet beneath them and he finally takes his motion from near-vertical to horizontal.

Off to Ecruteak they go.]

[Despite how painful that was, Solus doesn't nearly react as much as one might have expected. After experiencing as much pain as he has, even experienced mortal death by choice, the pain is nothing more than an irritation. His eyes locked with Isis as she does her little guard duty, his face a more irritated scowl than much else that would prove the pain he's in.

But then she releases him, and he obliges. Fine, if that's the way it's going to be, he can deal with it. The beast is rather impressive, the speed and power behind its takeoff is certainly something to admire! Though admittedly the sheer force of wind makes that appreciation a little difficult.

As they soar towards their destination, far off though it is, Solus eventually braces closer to Tyler's back. One could argue that it's understandable due to the wind, but then again this is Solus. Who knows his true motive, certainly not anyone but him. At least his hands are on the horn still!]

[Tyler doesn't react to the press of Solus against his back, but he still doesn't like it. Which is why Isis pops up again, in the crook of Tyler's neck where his coat meets his shirt collar, glaring narrow-eyed at Solus again. There's no psychic pressure this time, but the threat of it hangs in the air.

Feeling Isis's ill temper makes Tyler himself finally glance back, though his own gaze is impossible to discern through his glasses. He's not signing, but words pop into Solus's mind anyway.]

If you like, we can go a bit slower so the wind is less intense.

Is my presence so troublesome?

[He asks plainly, there's no coyness to the tone, should Isis properly translate that. Mere curiosity. Of course as his eyes meet Tyler's (pointedly ignoring Isis), or as best they can, his expression is once again that softer sort, an inquisitive, yet submissive sort of look to his eyes.]

[Tyler looks away too quickly at that look on Solus's face, but there's an unmistakeable change in colour to his cheeks. Again. Goddamnit.]

Only if you make it one. [Isis's glare intensifies.] Ox hasn't carried two people before, this is sort of a test of skill for him.

[Even with Tyler looking away, he keeps his expression soft. After all, Isis is watching, and he'd not want her tattling on him.]

I've no intention of doing so, but should it be easier on your beast to slow down, then by all means. Otherwise...I've no protest for our contiguity, 'tis to be expected in such a situation.

[Eat shit, Isis.]

[Isis doesn't blink, but her eyes narrow intensely. It takes a hand from Tyler coming up to stroke the tiny bird to finally get her to ease off the scowling, but she still looks displeased.

Tyler then rubs a hand on Ox's bare side, prompting Isis to turn very haughtily away from Solus to focus her attention on the Aerodactyl and peep loudly. To which Ox growls loudly in reply, something of a gentle screech, and with one more huge flap his wings cease, turning instead to glide along. It takes a few minutes, but the force of the wind does die down significantly.]

[Now here's the choice he can make...he can remain this close to Tyler and see if there's any protest, or he can ease off of him due to the winds lessening. On one hand, he gets to see how far he can push things, but on the other it more greatly proves his genuine act.

One is certainly more fun...alas, he doesn't want to push his luck too far, and so he does give him a little more space. Perhaps that will ease that little angry orb of a bird? Not that Solus really fears her. Even if she damages this mortal body, it wouldn't reflect on his true form, and his time here is finite. he refuses to believe otherwise.]

[Ox gets another few rubs for his efforts so far. Tyler's not sure how long he'll hold out, but he's big, fast and doing his best. He's hoping they'll get six hours out of this.

Now he's just left. Trying to deal with Solus. The problem is, he wants to ignore him. Now that the man isn't touching him, it's easy enough to forget his presence, and just focus on the enjoyment of flight, even if it's bitingly cold at the height Ox achieved. He doesn't particularly want to talk to him, because Isis is cranky at him apparently? He's not sure when that happened.

He glances down at her, and she's back to staring flatly at Solus. Oh well.]

I can only assume you've done this before. You seem practiced in mounted flight. [Meaning Isis hasn't sent him images of the man screaming in panic.]

[Sure, the lack of conversation is boring, and flight is by no means something new or exciting for him, but it's a means to an end...even if it's a little insufferable. Break his fingers all you want, Isis, the only true way to torture Solus is by boring him.

But Tyler is seemingly fixing that right up with some conversation, and perhaps the relief on his face is more telling than he'd like. Ruefully does he miss his ability to teleport anywhere and everywhere, it always cut out the monotony of travel.]

Ah, yes. I am well practiced in mounting a great many things. [He really didn't have to say it like that, but he sure fucking did.] Such is rather pedestrian to me at this point.

[Tyler is glad he's not looking at Solus. He knows the bastard said it like that on purpose and he scowls as he feels his face heating up more. This is entirely uncalled for.]

I've had to learn more on the fly. Being given the HM doesn't grant someone experience with knowing how to ride a giant dinosaur.

[He absolutely did that on purpose, but if Tyler isn't going to call him out on it, then that's fine by him.]

You mean to tell me they do not properly train you before hand? Rather irresponsible, no?

[But then, he leans in a little closer again, but not so close that they're touching, but enough that his presence can certainly be felt.]

Well, I think you're doing a marvelous job riding aught this large, I'd daresay you're a natural.

[Feeling Solus shift closer, knowing he's there makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and a shiver runs down his spine, making him pull his shoulders in a fraction and his heart skip unpleasantly. The words matter far less than the physical feeling that the man is going to try and grab him.

He's got no reply to that, but Isis is glaring harder.]

[And grab him he...doesn't.

More is he interested in the uncomfortable threat of his presence, the unease it gives, the power he maintains. Much is he relying on Tyler, and he will further show his gratitude for his assistance, but he does wish to make certain the underlying truth of this power dynamic is known.

He will act kind, submissive, and what ever else he needs to get what he wants, but this is not because he's truly those things. No, he's a manipulator and a schemer, and most of all an opportunist.

After a long, uncomfortable moment, he draws back once more. Pleasantly settled in his seat like that didn't just happen. Like he's back to being the grateful passenger to Tyler's kind piloting.]

[Tyler does not relax when the other man pulls back. He stays tense, still feeling his heart beating heavily behind his ears, gripping his own saddle's handles so tightly his knuckles are turning white.

Isis will not stand for this.

She wiggles her way to freedom again, perches on his shoulder, and then with an audible buzzing of her tiny wings, jumps from there onto Solus's hands. And turns her fierce little gaze to lock on his.

Then teleports.

Taking just Solus with her.

Fifty feet directly up.

[There's a lot of things wrong with this scenario, and being suddenly fifty feet above the beast he's supposed to be on is not the least of it. While he's capable of forcibly teleporting others, there's not a being alive that can do the same. So, the fact Isis just did it to him?

It infuriates him.

Most might panic, but being a man drive by fury, he's able to quell what panic there may be in this situation in order to grab hold of Isis with deft and pinpoint accuracy. As if the way of teleportation magic, should the concentration be off, or the caster otherwise bound, it's exceedingly difficult to teleport. He doesn't know if that's the case for Pokémon, but right now he doesn't care.

It's unlikely Tyler will allow Isis to plummet to her possible demise, and so if he might not aim to save Solus from this tumbling through the air, he might if it means Isis would survive. At the same time, Solus is rather curious what the results of this would be--apparently people can't kill each other, but has anyone fallen from their height?

He doubts it, but worst case scenario, this mortal form dies. Not the first time he's dealt with that and he if it does, he may very well be able to find the means to escape that his flesh prison holds him back from.

...Optmism?]

[Isis can only peep in loud surprise as the Ascian suddenly grabs her - this was not part of the plan - and the shrill psychic wail of her sudden panic slams into both men's heads at an intense volume.

It's enough to jerk Tyler out of his frozen state, swing around to see a lack of partner and bastard, just in time to see them plummet like a stone in the distance.]

Aah--!!

[He doesn't realise the noise escapes him - he just stares, for a moment, shocked, before Ox swings around (he, at least, noticed the sudden lack of weight on his back) and dives after the falling subjects like a terrifyingly huge bird of prey, a shadow streaking down after Solus with full intent to grab the man in his sharp-taloned feet.]

[How unfortunate that what purchase Ox makes in his hold of Solus is his leg—with the momentum of his fall, it certainly puts a lot of strain on his hip joint, and it'd be surprising if it wasn't at the very least sprained from the force. Not to mention the dig of those talons into his leg as they grip him. The saving grace of this all, though not for Solus, is the fact that the full body jerk of being grabbed makes him drop Isis.

Fortunately, he doesn't drop his bag, though he very narrowly loses it, but has enough focus to snatch it before it slips off of him completely. He will admit, the pain is a bit excruciating being caught and held like this, but he supposes it's less than what it'd be hitting the ground. He'd be very dead, or if what he's been told about this world is true, he'd be very not dead, and perhaps that'd be worse. A theory to test another time, perhaps.

Now that he's been caught, however, the view of the fiasco is...comical. There Aerodactyl is, holding Solus by his leg, upside down like some rag doll, the skirts of his outfit flipped over him so that...basically none of him is visible from the waist up. It doesn't matter if he's saying anything at all, who could really hear him? Certainly not Tyler. Hearing impairment notwithstanding, between the layers and layers of his outfit, and the rush of the wind, any bitching or complaint is utterly lost.]

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