Post by Alastor Clarke on Jul 5, 2015 13:35:27 GMT
"'Hey Mulan, why don't you take the lead today?" Daemond had seemed quite shaken up by their earlier battles by the time Alastor trudged along Route 102 eager to find the way to Petalburg City. The first gym leader there was said to champion Normal-type pokemon, and Alastor had confidence they were no match for his pokemon. Not once I train them to be stronger, anyways. But something bothered him about this foggy morn.
Is someone following me? Every so often a crunch of dirt or the grass blowing in the wind tricked Alastor, made him believe someone or something was there with him. It put him on edge and wracked his mind with uncertainty. Don't tell me that jerk sent someone after me, I didn't actually even steal anything... tch! He took off running suddenly, and hid behind a tree down along the path, scanning for any passersby intruding upon his solitude.
Mulan the Mienfoo poked itself out of his hoodie and protested, urging them to return to the heavily trodden dirt road they were progressing along. Keep it shut. His fingers clamped upon Mienfoo's mouth-nose-thing and it let out a stifled snort before quieting. Alastor let it go with a shhhh and looked back down the road. Empty.
The weather was foggy and he could barely discern the pattern of the tree's bark plainly in front of him. There's no way I'll see who they are in the fog... Perhaps their footsteps would come along, permitting the fog didn't meddle with the acoustics. Gah, this is really frustrating!
Alastor is searching for an opponent!
Is someone following me? Every so often a crunch of dirt or the grass blowing in the wind tricked Alastor, made him believe someone or something was there with him. It put him on edge and wracked his mind with uncertainty. Don't tell me that jerk sent someone after me, I didn't actually even steal anything... tch! He took off running suddenly, and hid behind a tree down along the path, scanning for any passersby intruding upon his solitude.
Mulan the Mienfoo poked itself out of his hoodie and protested, urging them to return to the heavily trodden dirt road they were progressing along. Keep it shut. His fingers clamped upon Mienfoo's mouth-nose-thing and it let out a stifled snort before quieting. Alastor let it go with a shhhh and looked back down the road. Empty.
The weather was foggy and he could barely discern the pattern of the tree's bark plainly in front of him. There's no way I'll see who they are in the fog... Perhaps their footsteps would come along, permitting the fog didn't meddle with the acoustics. Gah, this is really frustrating!
Alastor is searching for an opponent!
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up to you to join iirc you wanted a thread<3
up to you to join iirc you wanted a thread<3
