Lance's base.{ Random ware house in grassveil]

Lance dragged in his victim. He opened the bag and let her drop out. He held up a rope threateningly ]." Don't try to escape or I will just poison u again." Lance looked at her for injury.

Dyami landed on the ground with a thump and weakly tried to get back to her feet. The poison had lost its effects but she didnt exactly want to be poisoned again...

" What's your relation with the Riolu tell me ." Lance would need to know to see how much ground he had over Shaman.

"What!?" she replied, wondering what on earth she had to do with all of this in the first place.

"Shaman went to your cafe after I injured him. Now why would he go to a stranger you must know him. How is what I am asking." Lance looked at the holes in the rafters. The sun was coming up now he would have to meet Kekie at noon.

The Rufflet rolled her eyes. "He comes into the cafe often. We're friends. Now what do you want with me?"

"Last time I checked bird I was capturing you." Lance narrowed his eyes at her a warning."But for what your here for you will be a damsel in distress and Shaman the foolish hero only in this story he will not save you he will die." Lance took note of the Ruffelt's out burst and reaction.

"Wonderful..." she replied sarcastically.

" Write help here." Lance gave her the note he had made moments ago. It was a ransom Shaman for Dyami basicaly and he wanted her signture to prove she was alive.

Dyami sat and read the note first, before looking up at Lance, "Why should I write anything?"

[Lollolol, what does it say?]

[ sorry forgot]

Lance looked at her. " You really won't right it says that you will be freed and Shaman will be taken in your place and that I prove your here by your hand writing right here." Lance pointed to a blank space in the note." If you want to be freed write something then I will release you and Shaman will be mine." Lance knew very well thou that even thou the note said Shaman must come alone he would bring help so all he was doing was making sure she was alive to them.

"Finnee..." she replied, rolling her eyes. She took the note and grabbed a pencil. She turned away from Lance and set about drawing a small helpless looking worm in the corner of the paper. It had a speech bublle next to it saying 'Help....'. Though the worm looked helpless, it seemed to be rolling its eyes.

Lance grabbed the note." Very funny quit the comedy'in. Well it doesn't matter what you right I have already won." Lance gloated.

The Rufflet shruged, "Well if you've already won, I might aswell have some fun. Do you have anymore paper?"

" Your a strange friend you don't even care that I just openly said your friend is doomed." Lanced ripped a page out but refused to give till she answered the question.

"Like I said. if you've already won, what can I do about it?" she answered, "Now can I have the paper please?"

Lance sighed and gave up the paper. This girl... Will Shaman come to save her? She was quiet puzzling and didn't seem to care for Shaman's life. Lance guessed she was bluffing him and making him think something he did too well to be fooled.

"Thankyou." she smiled, taking the paper then going to draw on it. She sat in a corner of the warehouse and started accurately drawing everything around her.

Lance glared at her like a hawk[or a starraptor?]. He needed more men as he knew where to get them. But this girl was more important right now." Girl you realize Shaman will not be getting your letter ever right?"

she looked up from the paper. "Im not drawing or writing for anyone or anything. I thought I just might aswell touch up on my drawing skills since im always so busy in the cafe. Theres not really anything interesting to draw in here though."
She looked up at the few holes in the ceiling, "D'you think you could get me a flower or something from outside? I'll stay right here, I promise...."

" No I can't!" This girl was annoying. When lance took down Shaman he would be sure to kill her next. Lance thought more of his plan and if he could find a big flaw or such. All plans had there risks it just matter what was the nessacary risk.

"Well can you watch me while I go and fetch one then? Pleeeaaaseee!" She looked at the Croagunk pleadingly.

" Girl you are very lucky you were taken by someone with great pateints." Lance debated killing her.

"Aw come on seriously... I just want something interesting to draw.... not an empty warehouse and a few cobwebs." she complained.

"Girl how much do you want to see Shaman again?" Lance was really readying his mud-slap.