Alex / Lexy
he / him / his
thirty
december 22
Mistralton, Unova
homosexual demiromantic
sanctuary owner
civilian
TAG WITH @alexei
Alexei Ivanov
The Flygon came streaking out of the localized Sandstorm, and the moment both were clear, the weather came to a swirling halt behind them. Right at that first comment, Alexei turned around and shook sand out of his hair as well. “When I have my other Pokémon kick up the weather changes—you think I have the money for a weather machine, hell no, I do this the natural way—some of the other staffers down at the Sanctuary who aren’t too busy keep an eye on them while they let loose. Apparently,” he trailed off as he heard another burst of tinny laughter through his earpiece, “…they decided to go all-out this time.”More laughter from the earpiece, because he was letting them hear everything he was saying. “Reason why I have my Pokémon whip up the weather obstacles is to let ‘em practice and stretch their wings, so to speak,” he added a few moments afterward. It was at this point he then heard a Salamence snorting through the tinny reception; right then and there he knew who one of the instigators of this insanity was. Gabe, you ass, he thought with a grin, before continuing. “You had some fantastic flying out there—specially the part where you dive-bombed, I thought you were legit going to fall off! You did a split-second recovery and came out of the sudden dive just fine. Points to that,” he went on with a grin. “Now that the first part’s over, second’s simple: aerial tag. Yes, we aren’t going to be flying through another sandstorm, they’re crazy,” he continued with a chuckle, and heard complaints bleeding on the other end. “However, this time, though—I highly suggest you shake off as much sand as you can because—” he broke off, before looking up at the heavens and seeing several storm clouds pooling over the section of the open-air arena, before rumbling shook the air. “…it’s going to get real wet, now.”He had a few seconds to pull up his hood before a torrential Rain Dance started wreaking havoc through the area. If Alexei had to guess, the other staffers had brought out most of his Water-types, because the normal visibility between him and John had gone from perfectly fine to ‘holy shit what the fuck’ in the span of a few moments. “Tag me, and you win!” he shouted over the downpour, before another peal of thunder reverberated through the area. After the next thunder shook the nearby area, Alexei was gone—having flown off deep into the near-zero visibility rainstorm. But this wasn’t any ordinary rainstorm, either. Flashes of Thunder would shake the area from time to time, along with powerful, howling winds caused by haphazardly-thrown Hurricane-force gales that were definitely enough to blow someone off their mount if they weren’t careful—
Part 2: Aerial Tag! Catch Alexei within the torrential downpour, tag ‘im and you win the challenge! (1 / ?)
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