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faolan ashbaker
sooty situation [m]
POSTED ON May 16, 2024 17:36:21 GMT
[attr="class","samcam"] [newclass=.samcam] [/newclass][newclass=.samcam b] color: #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam i] color: #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #d49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samcam a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font: 800 15px Poppins!important; [/newclass]   Alola had plenty of volcanoes and twisting fiery routes -- the notorious Akala Volcano could be seen on the horizon from Paniola Town, and the Ashbaker family had dealt with its fair share of soot carried on the wind -- but dear god, the elemental power of Hoenn's Mt. Chimney was truly on another level. Especially now, as brutal winds chock-full of black ash pummeled him and Whiskey from all angles, Faolan bitterly thought that he'd rather withstand the heat of Wela Volcano Park over this any day of the week. However, despite his obvious discomfort, one could not deny the mission at hand, especially as the wailing cry of a distressed Pokemon bellowed upwards from a newly formed fissure. With a hand shielding his eyes, Faolan inched his way to the edge of the jagged crack, peering down into it to assess the severity of the situation. Though it was shallow enough to clamber in and out of with a rope, it was still deep enough that a sizable Pokemon could be easily injured by a fall if unable to see through the soot storm -- and that seemed to be exactly what had happened. At the bottom of the fissure laid a Sawsbuck, the once-impressive foliage on its antlers having been singed off by the heat to almost nothing. One of its hind legs sat at an awkward angle -- perhaps not broken, but almost certainly dislocated. It's dull eyes lit up at the sight of the young ranger's face, and it let out another warbling, pleading howl. Brows knitting together in a look of concern, Faolan turned to look at the fellow ranger that had accompanied him on the mission -- from what he had heard, she was a rather impressive figure with a rich backstory, though as curious as he was, now was hardly the time for such casual conversation. More than anything, he was petrified of looking like a fool in front of her, as was evident by his clear vice grip on Whiskey to prevent himself from losing balance. Though the Pokemon's rescue was undeniably the top priority, also high on Faolan's list was making a good impression. The last thing he wanted was for the Hoenn rangers to view him with as little respect as his parents... "How did a Sawsbuck get all the way up here?" Faolan wondered aloud, idly wiping sweat and soot from his forehead, "This hardly seems the place for one to live. Maybe it was abandoned here." He cringed at the thought, glancing back down at the Pokemon from the fissure's edge. "What do you suggest we do?" |
