It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a... flying shark

[envy_the_sinners]

Who: Anyone in Olivine who wants to hop in
Where: Olivine Pokémon Center
When: Throughout July 30
Summary: There's a hurricane and the Sharpedo are flying, so the Pokémon Center is a natural place to take shelter.
Rating: starting with PG for injuries and mild language. Thanks, Sharpedonado
Log:

What a way to end a month of rain, rain, and... more rain. A hurricane striking the coast is just about as extreme as you can get, weather-wise, and Olivine City is battening down the hatches. The damage is inevitable, but people have been taking what precautions they can over the past few days.

What isn't helping is the ill-timed swarm of Sharpedo coming up the coast. So have fun when the storm starts lifting them out of the water and flinging them at innocent bystanders.

The Pokémon Center is an obvious safe place for travelers to hunker down and wait out the storm. It's equipped with provisions and (hopefully) space to accommodate most anyone who needs shelter. Power will more than likely be lost at some point, but the best people can do for now is wait this disaster out.

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Comments

[lieutenantantichrist]

"Wind's supposed to pick up plastic bags, not fish with big teeth."

Nothing around here tended to do what it was supposed to.

He grabbed a clean rag from a low shelf and rubbed at his wet hair. At least, he hoped it was clean.

Steve was focused on her job, keeping a steady flow of power into the generator. It took some concentration, since it was not made with the intention of being gnawed on.

Blake threw another glance at the guy, and says, with all the social graces of somebody who's spent the last few hours slinging sandbags around in the rain, "I'd ask if a flying shark tried to bite your face off, too, but it looks like somebody got there first."

[envy_the_sinners]

"That's what I thought as well." He's about to urge Miriam back upstairs, to stop bothering them.

But then the stranger speaks up again.

It's always the eyes, that they mention. Those scary, bloody eyes. Offhanded comments. How dare he get angry? But it's rarely the scar. No one ever has the gall to mention it. Perhaps stare, but that's unintentional. They always stare. But they never say anything.

"And you would be wise not to." Maybe there isn't much threat in the words, but there certainly is in how they're spoken, or in Scar's stance, or in the way he's glaring daggers into Blake. That there is the look of a triggered serial killer.

"Or to even open your mouth again."

[lieutenantantichrist]

Blake hadn't gotten a good look at his eyes yet. Hell, he's almost used to red eyes. Ishimaru had those, too. He couldn't figure it out and he probably didn't want to.

"Settle down, buddy." Blake waved his hand without looking up. His gut told him this guy was nothing to worry about. One of those guys who got by on size and a scary face and never actually hurt a fly.

"You don't wanna chat about it, fine." He tossed the wet towel back on the shelf. "I got uglier."

That was what had made him curious, really. You didn't get a lot of pretty symmetrical scars.

[envy_the_sinners]

"Do not tell me to settle down." Though Scar shows no intention of becoming any more riled up, he's not going to let himself be calmed down by this guy, either. There isn't anything further he wishes to say, at least not unprovoked. Scar turns to return upstairs. To remove himself before he loses his temper.