There is a filthy pun about riding snakes in here

[snapandscoot]

Who: Emmy Altava (snapandscoot) and Solf. J. Kimblee (explosivecombat) YES, AGAIN....
Where: En-route to Olivine City!
When: Pretty much right now, I believe!
Summary: Emmy and Kimblee, on their way to meet Lightning, have some fun riding his Steelix.
Rating: PG at most!
Log:


Emmy hadn't realised Kimblee had never been to Olivine City.

Since he'd been in Johto longer than her, she naturally just assumed it was somewhere he'd been. She should have realised; after all, he didn't have the badge. Sighing, she returned Fearo the Fearow to his Pokeball, running a hand through her hair.

This complicated things somewhat, as they were now forced to travel to Olivine on foot, which could take up to a week rather than the number of hours the distance could be achieved should they be airborne. She was already furiously nervous about this meeting with Lightning, and the fact that she may have to call to postpone it didn't fill her with a sense of security. The girl was probably already annoyed enough with her as-is.

"So what do you want to do, Mr Kimblee?"

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[explosivecombat]

Of course this place would have some sort of ridiculous rule like this. Of course it would.

Kimblee had actually managed to not get thrown horribly by Taylor; the Flygon had always been incredibly temperamental toward him and so that had been a valid concern, but she had been surprisingly much more amicable toward contact with her trainer when it involved winging through the air at ridiculous speeds. And Kimblee...well. He couldn't say he disapproved of flight either, really; given that he was from Amestris, where steam trains were the primary means of large-scale transportation, the idea of actual flight was something that was still a bit beyond him as a possibility.

He had flown once before this, as there had been some sort of vehicle - heli...copter...? he thinks that's what it was called - that had transported Archer, Gorthan and himself between Mahogany Town and Goldenrod City once; that flight had pretty much consisted of Archer clinging to him for dear life - both through abject terror and trying to pull Kimblee back into his seat, as Kimblee had decided as soon as they started moving that he would much rather be leaning out the cabin door with one leg down on the boarding step, taking in their surroundings properly and risking falling off of the damn aircraft in the process.

It had been a rather good flight, all things considered.

However, it seemed the Pokémon had one of those arbitrary restrictions put on them, much like those ridiculous ledges - it couldn't take him anywhere it had never been. Of course, since he had never been to Olivine City, Taylor and Lexi hadn't been there, either, even just within the box in the PC.

And as soon as this became apparent and landing became necessary, Kimblee had gotten...rather creative with his language under his breath; he had never really been one for swearing, but really, if one's wording is good enough, one really doesn't need to...either way, he was immediately grateful that Emmy likely hadn't heard what had left him verbatim.

He was a bit displeased, to say the least.

He recalled Taylor quickly; he'd been in a hell of a mood even before this setback, due to time constraints imposed on him by the very organization he was currently planning to supposedly "take down".

"Postponing this isn't an option, Miss Altava." His voice was clipped, irritable; he usually wasn't this snappish with Emmy and he knew it, and somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he should apologize. However, he also wasn't in the mood to pretend to be sorry, either; he was incredibly keyed-up, it would be ridiculously insincere even by his standards. The result wouldn't justify the attempt; either way, he did make sure that his tone was decidedly gentler when he continued. "I suppose there's not much we can do, outside of try to minimize the time we spend travelling. Several days can be shaved off of the time required to take the routes if we use Pokémon as transportation; do you have anything with you?"