Post by mugenginga on Oct 20, 2011 21:43:10 GMT -5
(OOC: Me and FF and one other person, so yeah. Semi-open. Limit of two characters if you're joining.)
N's features were twisted into a frown as he looked at the trees around himself. This wasn't Sinnoh, and was even more definitely not Mt. Cornet. There wasn't a hint of snow on the ground, although the temperature was respectively chill. He'd gone based on the legends of the time-space dragons, hoping to find... well, he wasn't really sure. Answers, he supposed. To questions he wasn't quite sure how to define.
In any case, this wasn't Sinnoh or Mt. Coronet's summit, the latter of which was where he'd fallen asleep last night, kept warm by Reshiram's flames and safe by it's protection. He wasn't sure how the dragon had ended up back its its Pokeball either, but that panicked moment had been assuaged by the warmth emanating from the ball currently resting in his pocket. What perhaps bothered him more than the relocation was the sense of immense unrest he had at the complete and utter silence of the woods. Not a single Pokemon's voice could be heard through the trees. Every sound sent him whirling around, and the thought he caught flashes of fur but... it was impossible, right? Pokemon always made themselves known to people...
He stopped and pulled Reshiram's Pokeball out of his pocket and was looking at it. He'd made the decision to bring the dragon out (he didn't much like keeping Reshiram locked away, anyways - he was only doing it now for fear of the dragon's safety) when another rustling of leaves jerked his attention skyward. His eyes widened as the nearly five foot long bird shot past him. A Pidgeot! He broke into a run, Reshiram's Pokeball still clasped in his hand.
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Blue was sitting on a log. He had his PokeGear in one hand and a small square shape that resembled a photo memory card in the other. He was shaking it and after a moment held it up to his face and blew on it before popping it back into a slot on the phone-like device. After a moment he tapped on the screen. It came up the same it had the last three times. Either it was completely fried or somehow or another he'd woken up someplace other than Johto.
"This is entirely his fault, I just know it," he growled to himself, although just who he was referring to wasn't clear.
He seemed to be considering pulling the card out again when he heard a flap of wings. He looked up to see his Pidgeot circling in for a landing. He stood up and dropped the PokeGear back into the inside pocket of his jacket and brushed off the seat of his pants as he waited for Pidgeot to land. What he hadn't accounted for was an older teenager bursting through the trees and gesturing up towards the bird.
"Pidgeot, aword!"
Blue spent about half a moment surprised before he ran forward, jumping over the log, and coming up beside the older teenager. He opened his mouth to chastise him when he paused with his mouth hanging open. There was something about this teenager... he noticed the pokeball in his hand and realized that the majority of what he was sensing was about that. IN the meanwhile, his Pidgeot was hovering looking towards him in expectance of an answer. Blue gestured towards the bird and it continued its descent. The green haired teenager hadn't seemed to notice him yet, so he cleared his throat.
The green haired teenager nearly leapt out of his own skin, and he spun around and tripped over his own leg into a tree. Blue frowned at the display and gave a nod towards the Pokeball in the other individual's hand.
"I take it you're a trainer?"
"Huh?!" the teenager reacted in shock. He looked down at the Pokeball and his eyes widened, "No! Whoareyou?!"
Blue's frown deepened, "Well thank you for definitely confirming I'm no where near Johto or Kanto, but I'm the Gym Leader of Viridian City. And you've got a Pokemon that isn't a pushover, my guts are never wrong about that. Which means you are not only a trainer, but not a new one."
The green haired teenager looked over to where Pidgeot had landed. He seemed to narrow his eyes at the Pokemon's near body language and he jerked his head towards Blue, "I-I'm not interestedinabattle! Idon'tfightwith Pokemon!"
"Are you trying to get your license revoked?" Blue said, his expression growing more irritated by the second, "You should be lucky I haven't started the fight without waiting for you to be ready. What part of eye contact don't you get? And slow down, no one can understand you if you talk like that."
"I'm notgoingtofight you!" the other teenager shouted. He glared at Blue, who frowned. The guy was acting younger than him despite the clear age difference. He lifted a hand and gestured towards Pidgeot. There was a moment of hesitation before... he was getting yelled at, "Anddon't makeyourPokemonfight ifitdoesn't want to!"
N's features were twisted into a frown as he looked at the trees around himself. This wasn't Sinnoh, and was even more definitely not Mt. Cornet. There wasn't a hint of snow on the ground, although the temperature was respectively chill. He'd gone based on the legends of the time-space dragons, hoping to find... well, he wasn't really sure. Answers, he supposed. To questions he wasn't quite sure how to define.
In any case, this wasn't Sinnoh or Mt. Coronet's summit, the latter of which was where he'd fallen asleep last night, kept warm by Reshiram's flames and safe by it's protection. He wasn't sure how the dragon had ended up back its its Pokeball either, but that panicked moment had been assuaged by the warmth emanating from the ball currently resting in his pocket. What perhaps bothered him more than the relocation was the sense of immense unrest he had at the complete and utter silence of the woods. Not a single Pokemon's voice could be heard through the trees. Every sound sent him whirling around, and the thought he caught flashes of fur but... it was impossible, right? Pokemon always made themselves known to people...
He stopped and pulled Reshiram's Pokeball out of his pocket and was looking at it. He'd made the decision to bring the dragon out (he didn't much like keeping Reshiram locked away, anyways - he was only doing it now for fear of the dragon's safety) when another rustling of leaves jerked his attention skyward. His eyes widened as the nearly five foot long bird shot past him. A Pidgeot! He broke into a run, Reshiram's Pokeball still clasped in his hand.
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Blue was sitting on a log. He had his PokeGear in one hand and a small square shape that resembled a photo memory card in the other. He was shaking it and after a moment held it up to his face and blew on it before popping it back into a slot on the phone-like device. After a moment he tapped on the screen. It came up the same it had the last three times. Either it was completely fried or somehow or another he'd woken up someplace other than Johto.
"This is entirely his fault, I just know it," he growled to himself, although just who he was referring to wasn't clear.
He seemed to be considering pulling the card out again when he heard a flap of wings. He looked up to see his Pidgeot circling in for a landing. He stood up and dropped the PokeGear back into the inside pocket of his jacket and brushed off the seat of his pants as he waited for Pidgeot to land. What he hadn't accounted for was an older teenager bursting through the trees and gesturing up towards the bird.
"Pidgeot, aword!"
Blue spent about half a moment surprised before he ran forward, jumping over the log, and coming up beside the older teenager. He opened his mouth to chastise him when he paused with his mouth hanging open. There was something about this teenager... he noticed the pokeball in his hand and realized that the majority of what he was sensing was about that. IN the meanwhile, his Pidgeot was hovering looking towards him in expectance of an answer. Blue gestured towards the bird and it continued its descent. The green haired teenager hadn't seemed to notice him yet, so he cleared his throat.
The green haired teenager nearly leapt out of his own skin, and he spun around and tripped over his own leg into a tree. Blue frowned at the display and gave a nod towards the Pokeball in the other individual's hand.
"I take it you're a trainer?"
"Huh?!" the teenager reacted in shock. He looked down at the Pokeball and his eyes widened, "No! Whoareyou?!"
Blue's frown deepened, "Well thank you for definitely confirming I'm no where near Johto or Kanto, but I'm the Gym Leader of Viridian City. And you've got a Pokemon that isn't a pushover, my guts are never wrong about that. Which means you are not only a trainer, but not a new one."
The green haired teenager looked over to where Pidgeot had landed. He seemed to narrow his eyes at the Pokemon's near body language and he jerked his head towards Blue, "I-I'm not interestedinabattle! Idon'tfightwith Pokemon!"
"Are you trying to get your license revoked?" Blue said, his expression growing more irritated by the second, "You should be lucky I haven't started the fight without waiting for you to be ready. What part of eye contact don't you get? And slow down, no one can understand you if you talk like that."
"I'm notgoingtofight you!" the other teenager shouted. He glared at Blue, who frowned. The guy was acting younger than him despite the clear age difference. He lifted a hand and gestured towards Pidgeot. There was a moment of hesitation before... he was getting yelled at, "Anddon't makeyourPokemonfight ifitdoesn't want to!"
