the crown prince
masculine
twenty-eight
may 20
hammerlocke, galar
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archaeologist
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born under a bad sign with a blue moon in my eyes
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Remiel Calcifet
hoist the colours! [stormy]
POSTED ON Mar 11, 2020 16:38:24 GMT
ROYAL Royalty is wasted on those who don't achieve definition in conflict and build their own legacy. | Blackness had overcome him once they'd crashed into the water. When he finally regained his senses, it was to find himself gasping for air underwater as he struggled to push himself off of the flailing Salamence's saddle. It couldn't have known about the incoming Hyper Beam, so Remiel was certain that it shielding him from it with the other side of its body was nothing short of a fluke.
The blast sent them deeper into the ocean below once it made impact, and the dragon didn't even have time to roar before being knocked unconscious. Its body went limp as it sunk downward into the fathomless black.
The black-haired royal, in the meantime, could feel himself slowly drifting away as his hand blindly fumbled for the luxury ball fitted to his belt. He couldn't die here of all places... not like this. Not to the likes of them.
| | | Captain Kinervle tossed his Hydreigon, aptly named Killjoy, a fish from the bucket at the stern of the ship. "Fine job, my lad. That'll show the League to interfere with me and the crew of th' Black Coral! Muhaha!" He guffawed, patting one of the dragon's heads before turning to his first mate, a slightly younger man with only a few grey hairs in his Abe Lincoln-style beard. "Set a course fer that ship! We'll catch it afore it reaches Slateport!"
"An' th' poppet, cap'n?"
"Go on 'n get Buggert t' pry some answers from her! I wants t' know who she be, 'n how's she's worth, so I can decide whether t' feed her t' th' Sharpedo or nah!"
"Aye-aye, cap'n! Buggert, y'eard 'im!"
Buggert, a lanky man with a torn-up black tank top that fitted him two sizes too small, grinned his gap-toothed grin and nodded. Setting down his mop and reaching for a pokéball tied to his belt with a rope, he summoned forth a rather sickly-looking Inkay that looked at him curiously and droopy-eyed. "Another mind t' unlock o' its treasures, me sweet... hehe..."
| | | Meanwhile, down in the dripping brig, a small Dewpider would suddenly squeeze itself out of a hole in the corner of the ceiling. It carried along a small sack that it held tight with its mouth, and it struggled to pull the sack through the hole for a moment before it finally gave way. Accidentally throwing itself backward onto the ground, it was lucky to have landed on its bulbous bubble, which cushioned the blow and had even remained intact.
Once it got back up, the small aquatic spider would regard the captured humans for a moment. It held a glint of intelligence in its eyes as it observed them. Enough to piece together that these were the people in distress it had come to save, and the captured pokémon resting in their pokéballs belonged to one of them. So, without another hesitation, the Dewpider crawled over to the female's cage and offered her the sack of pokéballs to take.
Just then, however, Buggert opened up the horizontal door into the brig, flooding the dungeon with sunlight before he descended the wooden steps with his sickly Inkay in tow. The Dewpider, certainly the cautious sort, was quick to crawl away and hide in the shadows of the ceiling above. He wondered whether the female would approach this situation loudly with the newly acquired pokémon... or whether she, too, would wait.
"Oi, listen here lass! Tis time t' tell me all yer pretty wee secrets, savvy?" The man grinned with all his crooked, yellowed teeth. The stench of his breath reached even the swimmer in the next cage over, who almost gagged and instinctively squirmed away. |
MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW
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