i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Jet O'Haire
january blues [ow]
POSTED ON Jan 12, 2020 2:33:15 GMT
[attr="class","merk"] Route 101, the usual "boring" route each region tended to have. Even still, boring was safe and usually meant peace and quiet so naturally the edgy and brooding Jet thought that here would be the best place to do some light training and looking for some pokemon. Fate on the other hand loved throwing him curve balls and despite his intentions a lone wild session was not in the cards. While the snow had mostly melted from the Region, it was still hella cold, especially for the easily annoyed rocket so he was accomapined by his Arcanine, Cu, who at this stage figured that he no longer needed to stay in his pokeball. The reason for this was that Jet was mostly using his fire type as a heater while he traversed the region, just so he wouldn't solidify while walking through the cold tropical region. Even in a red Hoddie and black Jacket the boy still needed the heat from his doggo to keep him content. He was still pissed about the cold of course, as anyone should be. It was a tropical Region after all! Why the hell should it be cold. "God damned climate change..." he mumbled to himself, which while he thought was an innocent vent turned out to be an invitation to a pokemon. The frilly and spry pink pokemon came up to Jet and his Arcanine and let out a sweet, cute tone while it twirled it's ribbon appendages as if saying hello. Before he could jump to the conclusion that the pokemon was just a super friendly wild one, it's trainer came up dismissing the pokemon. "Oh it's fine, he's the same." Jet replied, throwing his head towards Cu who crouched down lower on his front legs to be at the same height as the sylveon. After Jet spoke, the fire type mistook his words from "Oh yeah He's the same" to "Oh yeah copy it" and as a result the Dog let out a low howl, trying to copy the trill that this stranger's pokemon let out earlier. Jet just face palmed as Cu began to pant happily, looking to from his master to Florain, looking for praise of it's impersonation. "Sorry about him, he's kind of uh..." shifting his gaze to the Arcanine who still seemed far too pleased with itself, the blue haired lad just smirked and patted him on the head. "He's a good boy, but a little slow." Simply accepting the praise, Arcanine yapped happily while Jet turned back to the stranger. "So, what brings you to this quiet part of the region?"[newclass=.merk] width: 330px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; color: #a3a3a3; padding: 20px; line-height: 12pt; margin-top: -10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.merk b] color: #DEA02C; font-size: 12px; [/newclass] [newclass=.merktag] text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.merktag a] background: #2e2e2e; padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #252525; text-transform: uppercase!important; font-family: 'roboto'; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; color: #aaa; letter-spacing: 1px!important; [/newclass] [newclass=.merkpokes] text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.merkpokes img] padding: 0px 5px 5px 0px; background: #2e2e2e; border: solid 1px #252525; [/newclass]
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