angel, rogue bastard
he / him
twenty-six
july 21st
alto mare, johto
heterosexual
pilot
nautica owner
TAG WITH @angelo
angelo vestri
sand is coarse and rough [m/c]
POSTED ON Dec 26, 2020 3:01:45 GMT
A laugh rolls off smirked lips. “I was going to do that next,” Angelo muses, joking. It seems that Hendrix does have a funny bone underneath all of the seriousness, after all. Some might have gotten a bit iffy about the idea of potential litter and ash in a stagnant ruin but he doesn’t pay any mind to the man popping a cigarette in his mouth. “But now you’ve said that, I don’t really feel like it anymore.” That kind of joke was something that he may have told his siblings back home, that or they should take a closer look into the hole; only to then resort to pulling them back by the collar when they attempted to do it, no doubt.
Ominous clicking fills the narrow corridor and before Angelo can reach into his pocket for a pokeball, he suddenly feels claws digging into the back of his jacket, Charizard hauling him off his feet. Thankfully, he’s grown used to the sensation of being lifted above the ground and as a spear rushes past, he pulls his knees up – rusted booby trap skimming close to the soles of his dusty trainers.
“Fuck.” Well, that was a close one.
They land at the other end of the corridor, unscathed, save for Hendrix’s barely used cigarette. “At least it wasn’t your finger,” he retorts, raising a brow as he references back to earlier. “Thanks, by the way.” Angelo probably could have flown out of the way with his own pokemon but he wasn’t about to thumb his nose at the assistance, especially when it saved precious seconds when he could have potentially been skewered. He gives the Charizard a grateful smile.
They push on around the next corner, ruin structure surprisingly linear – suspiciously so – until they close in on what looked like a dead end… Angelo’s brow pinches into a frown. That wasn’t going to be it? Really?
No statues. No inscriptions on the wall. Just a smooth slab of stone. “Well. This isn’t suspicious...” Angelo steps up to the wall for a closer look but, save from blasting the whole thing down and having the League on his ass, he's unsure if there's much really there to be done. His stomach twists in dissatisfaction. “If this is it, it's one hell of a cocktease...”
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