[attr="class","dibody3"]The clouds part to the touch of beating wings. A deafening roar thunders above in the skies - a remnant cry of a long forgotten age of pre-historic times. He sits comfortably atop the massive behemoth of a creature, feeling the cool breeze touch against the warmth of his cheeks as it casually glides through the air. It occasionally flaps its gargantuan wings to maintain its flight, the sound of its beating wings drumming overhead.

He tugs against the edge of his cap with the tip of his fingers nestling it better on his head so they don't suddenly fly off against the winds. He peers down to the ocean below him, his eyes narrowing down onto a small yellow speck of land below him. Its tiny visage is recognizable even at the altitude he's at. Hand extending towards the giant reptile's neck, he pats it gently to bring it down closer to the tiny arpeggios down below.

The flapping of its wings drum closer and closer towards the blonde man and the ancient shellfish down below until it finally stops close towards the ground, its elongated wings beating wind towards the man. A loud thump can be heard as its feet plummet onto the soft sand its extended wings drawing closer inwards. With a simple hop, he dismounts from the prehistoric avian - his blue eyes staring towards the soaked man.

The sun glimmers against the many golden symbols ornate across his cap. His gaze is somewhat cold and disinterested. Soon it shifts away from the man scanning the tiny beach they're on. His hands gently brush against the long white fabric of his coat as they soon slip into his pocket.

"Good grief." he blurts just loud enough for the bespectacled man to hear. His tone clearly judging. He casually squats down towards the ground and runs his hands through the soft sand. "You couldn't have chosen somewhere with more land?"

[attr="class","dibody3"]Standing before his fellow colleague, he can’t help but roll his eyes. He squats downwards, feeling the wet coarse sand in his hand.

”So you say and yet you subtly chose an area where there’s water all around.” he scoffs at the man’s idea of searching for fossils in such an area. ”The chances of finding a proper fossil here is slim to no chance. Even if you do find one, water and weather will erode them damaging them in the process.”

Hearing its master mention damage to fossils, the large Aerodactyl lets out a loud bellowing cry that nearly shakes the earth. Clearly it’s upset at the thought – especially since it has long since known of its origin and how it came to be.

Antonio’s eyes momentarily pause at the nearby Froakie – slightly interested in catching it, especially since it could have the potential of changing types due to its ability. Thinking of the fruitful research that he might gain from it; he recalls the large Aerodactyl into its pokeball and summons his Dracozolt.

”Bolt Beak.” he commands. The electric dragon charges forth, biting downwards into the water with its beak as electricity sparks outwards, frying the poor frog. Seeing its body get plucked out of the water by the Dracozolt, Antonio quickly throws a Pokeball, sucking it away into a red beam of light.