Where The Wild Things Are [p]
posted Jul 12, 2019 4:06:37 GMT
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"Yo, Pikachu she reply back yet?" The Youngest McQueen speaks to his nearest and dearest companion, a furry little electric critter lounging upon the left shoulder with a PokéNavi in his little hands—equally sized digits strolling and tapping away at the screen; showing this wouldn't have been the Pokémon's first time using such a device. Meanwhile, the ebon skin male strolls off the public transporation he took, a bus. Upon reaching the final stop which is nothing more but a stretch of ash covered road as far as the eye can see with forest so dense, it could feel as if one was being swallowed whole by the looming trees and knee high grass. With a few steps off the bus, he rotates his neck after the rather long ride, a single bag slung over the right shoulder—he appeared to be traveling rather light;extremely light.
Pikachu's ears twitch upon receiving a notification, a notification from the female Chancelor had been waiting for. The enthusiastic Pokémon taps the cheek of his Trainer while opening the message—a video message; one that was more video than words... Two sets of eyes were focused intently on the screen while one set of legs lead them deeper into the all-consuming forest; the elderly bus driver simply watching with a tilted head, confused on why anyone would get off at this stop, let alone enter the forest all willy-nilly. "We in there, my guy." Chancelor says to the Pikachu who is now back surfing the feed of his Trainers social media feed—the little yellow rodent only ever showing any real interest in the females upon the feed. "Only been in this region for three days and we're already snorkelin' in Delcatty."
The Martial-Artist called Hoenn 'home' for the time being. He was here to learn and adopt a new philosophy; one that coexisted with his own—like two apex beast that shared the same hunting ground. His 'brother', Mateo, offered him something no other person could truly ever offer back home; a challenge, one worthy for someone such as himself. Besides, Chancelor had long since promised the Dragon Enthusiast that he'd come to him and make this 'official'. Other than the fact the two of them were extremely close,this newfound philosophy is one that has been tempered under the intense flames of a dragon and forged by the hands of a true artisan decades ago.
This aimless wandering brought the male to a secluded village gate, one guarded by two men in their mighty Dragon Pokémon. He approaches without worry, an air of confidence and menacing attitude about him. With one hand casually in trouser pocket, hazel eyes fixate upon the guards with a winning grin. ""Can Mateo come out and play?"" Speaking these words, something massive soaring overhead cast its shadow over the Trainer in front of the fortified gate.
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