✘ and I'll try~ oh lord, I'll try~ to CAAAAAAARRY onnnn! xO

[honor-first.livejournal.com]

Who: Zack Fair; OPEN. Separate threads, one thread, I'm up for whatever.
Where: Cherrygrove outskirts.
When: Around 9 PM.
Summary: Zack has one last wild encounter before finally dragging his sorry ass into Cherrygrove City, where he will probably crash and burn at the first available opportunity.
Rating: PG, probably. Subject to change.



"Man, I'm beat..."

"...tiiini!"

"Heh. Yeah, no kidding."

The conversation between man and dragon was beginning to thin out. It had been a long, taxing week and a half -- and not just for the SOLDIER, who was still struggling to cope with the sudden and disheartening disappearance of his inhuman strength. Angela, the infallible little dragon, had been putting every ounce of her excess energy to good use. The duo had taken out what had seemed like an alarmingly sizable chunk of the local bird and raccoon population... but the creatures always came back, incessantly and, in some cases, aggressive.

The 7-foot long blue beast weaved through his legs from time to time as they made their way through the homestretch to Cherrygrove, chirping and whirring from time to time. The momentum of battle and the delirium of exhaustion had drawn out a bizarre mood from the both of them... and he found himself stopping in the middle of the sigh, interrupted by the shrill squeal of his pokemon.

The dark-haired man flinched reflexively with a shout, thinking he had stepped on Angela's tail. But the dragon's attention was not on her trainer -- it was on a small, brown, spherical bird that was staring rather intently back at the two of them.

Puuffing out his chest and giving it a wily grin, that second wind swept through him as he dug around in his backpack, fishing out one of the Pokeballs, which had been untouched prior.

The process had gone by surprisingly quickly. A couple of minutes in a dragon's stranglehold was more than enough to whittle down the unsuspecting owl's defenses. The animal was caught with relative ease, though Angela had taken a nasty blow to the snout in the process.

Putting the occupied Pokeball away, he contended that he would give the Hoothoot a more thorough examination after everybody had gotten some rest. For now, however, the town was in sight and the Dratini was reminding him of it with a loud whine.

"Alright, kiddo, alright..."

Comments

fff why hasn't anyone else commented yet I feel silly being the first. OH WELL.

[foolishwren]

Most everybody's who's gotten there so far has discovered Cherrygrove to be a pleasant, rather peaceful town. Especially on a warm evening like this one, all seems pretty quiet now that the day's wound down. So, who would be out screwing around in the grassy outskirts of the town when it would be so much nicer to be relaxing by the nighttime beach or chilling out in the nice, air-conditioned Pokemon Center?

Why, Heather of course!

She'd only just arrived in the town herself the previous night, bedraggled and filthy. The whole next day preceding this moment had been spent looking around the tiny town and getting the lay of the land. Then she'd apparently decided to go poke around on its edges for... some reason. Not usually what one would consider a particularly bad decision, but in this case, it was a big mistake.

The first thing Zack would hear somewhere ahead of him and off to the side, was a loud crashing of underbrush and a loud curse. Should he investigate, he'd find its source.

One very pissed-off teenage girl in a white vest, hunched forward with raptor-hands and bent at the knees, ready to spring in the direction of the other responsible party, which was a shaggy Growlithe.

The pup was in that universal canine 'play-bow' position, eyes fixed steadfastly on its trainer and bushy plume of a tail swaying slooooowly back and forth. From its mouth dangled something that glinted in what little light from the town made it this far-- some kind of necklace.

Both were frozen. It was totally a stand-off.

Heather's eyes narrowed.

The Growlithe's tail wagged even faster. This was the best game ever!

"Dog. Drop. That. Locket. ..... Now."

You are so not unpopular *loves on*

[icyempiricism.livejournal.com]

Vexen was just reaching Cherrygrove. He was as grumpy as he could be due to the overall weather of his trip and the progress Shelder had made, which wasn't good enough for him.

He noticed there were a few other trainers lingering around, perhaps if he met more people small boys would no longer think he looked suspicious.

As he continued to approach the town Shellder started to lag behind, perhaps it was tired but if it didn't walk it wouldn't gain stamina. Although it was a little hard for it to walk. It could and would endure!

It had other ideas apparently though because a few minutes later Shellder stopped moving.

"What do you think you're doing? We're so close after all of these days and you're just going to give in to your body? I'm sure there will be a place for you to heal up once we get inside of the city."

Shellder just looked up at him with his derpy eyes and Vexen frowned.

Zack may be able to hear Vexen ranting and yelling in frustration as Shellder inched closer and licked up his robe. Disgusting. This pokemon was going to stress him to death!

I am probably going to be super-slow but hurr Zack

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Inside the actual town - or city, though Rise couldn't actually see a place so small as one of the cities she was used to - one tired idol was about ready to call it a night. ... Which was just sad, since she could usually last until midnight, but all of this training and working had been wearing her down.

Sadly, the same couldn't be said for the Sentret she'd caught awhile ago, who possessed at least seven stores of energy. Morning training had kept Kanzeon satisfied, and Himiko was more than pleased to get through it and then follow Rise around work like some odd leafy duckling, but the Sentret was once again energetic. And that meant letting her out to run.

Which meant she soon found herself chasing after a Sentret who had picked up the scent of something new and fascinating just outside of Cherrygrove and was hot on the trail to welcome man and Dratini with chittering and a tackle.

Her way of saying hello, after all.