Post by Daisuke on Jun 25, 2007 0:29:30 GMT -5
It was not the sort of weather Daisuke would have willingly ventured forth in to; drizzly and dark, with a thick layer of dust coating the atmosphere. He had a very strong feeling that whatever had caused that explosion that so scarred the sky was a very real threat to his entire way of life - and he felt helpless and cowardly, trapped here in Lunar Town.
Well, trapped de facto - the roads were not closed to travel, he simply thought better of it. The idea of being remotely out of contact for the slightest bit of time terrified him. Besides, he persuaded himself. If they need to rally us Trainers, they'd do a better job collecting us in to the cities, wouldn't they? At least here I'm accessible.
Still. He felt cowardly.
The drizzle helped his mood at all, but he preferred the dank rain a thousand times over to the subdued mood of the crowds inside the buildings. Everytime he passed a house, it was as though the people inside were anticipating a particularly nasty funeral.
"This bites." He spat. At least now he had the company of two new pokémon - "And speaking of," He murmurerd aloud, unafraid of eavesdroppers. After all, who would be out in this mess? "I should introduce myself."
Since one of his newest acquisitions was a charmander, he took refuge beneath a large canvas overhang sheltering a makeshift shed beside a building. After searching the place and deeming it passable in both dryness and privacy, he called the two new pokémon from their pokéballs.
"Char?" The first red beam solidified in to a gorgeous ebony charmander, her - for she was definitely female - voice lilting politely. Daisuke was smitten in an instant.
The second beam solidified in to a ridiculous hybrid, a slowpoke, ninetails combination that held some unexplicable, goofy-proud charm. This pokémon was male, and although Dai was not as immediately taken with the thing's over-large smile, a good-natured gleam in the back of its otherwise dull eyes pulled on the trainer's heartstrings.
"Hello," Daisuke introduced himself. "I'm Daisuke, and you..." He pointed to the charmander, musing for a moment. "You are Ender. Regal, and it gives you potential. You, then - " He pointed to the slowtails - "Are Lokk." A sound-effect. An onomatopeia. A one-syllable condensation of the being's entire personality.
It fit, anyway.
{Ender: lv. 1, 1/3}
{Lokk: lv. 1, 1/3}
Well, trapped de facto - the roads were not closed to travel, he simply thought better of it. The idea of being remotely out of contact for the slightest bit of time terrified him. Besides, he persuaded himself. If they need to rally us Trainers, they'd do a better job collecting us in to the cities, wouldn't they? At least here I'm accessible.
Still. He felt cowardly.
The drizzle helped his mood at all, but he preferred the dank rain a thousand times over to the subdued mood of the crowds inside the buildings. Everytime he passed a house, it was as though the people inside were anticipating a particularly nasty funeral.
"This bites." He spat. At least now he had the company of two new pokémon - "And speaking of," He murmurerd aloud, unafraid of eavesdroppers. After all, who would be out in this mess? "I should introduce myself."
Since one of his newest acquisitions was a charmander, he took refuge beneath a large canvas overhang sheltering a makeshift shed beside a building. After searching the place and deeming it passable in both dryness and privacy, he called the two new pokémon from their pokéballs.
"Char?" The first red beam solidified in to a gorgeous ebony charmander, her - for she was definitely female - voice lilting politely. Daisuke was smitten in an instant.
The second beam solidified in to a ridiculous hybrid, a slowpoke, ninetails combination that held some unexplicable, goofy-proud charm. This pokémon was male, and although Dai was not as immediately taken with the thing's over-large smile, a good-natured gleam in the back of its otherwise dull eyes pulled on the trainer's heartstrings.
"Hello," Daisuke introduced himself. "I'm Daisuke, and you..." He pointed to the charmander, musing for a moment. "You are Ender. Regal, and it gives you potential. You, then - " He pointed to the slowtails - "Are Lokk." A sound-effect. An onomatopeia. A one-syllable condensation of the being's entire personality.
It fit, anyway.
{Ender: lv. 1, 1/3}
{Lokk: lv. 1, 1/3}
