Post by Emelius Cathran on Nov 26, 2014 16:36:44 GMT
It was well past midnight when he breezed into town, practically flying through the gates from Route 1. He was humming nonsense to himself, bounding along the path, and only came to a halt when he finally hit the firm, well-established ground of Pallet Town proper. He took a deep breath, looking around, and let out a choking exhalation. "Guh....egch.... Small town air...." He sputtered and coughed for several seconds longer, planting his walking stick down firmly to lean against it. "Nasty..."
Recovering from his only mostly-faked coughing fit, Emelius turned his eyes toward his surroundings. The late hour saw the place entirely deserted, everyone having shut themselves inside by now, which suited him just fine. He had planned on that. It would make his business here easier.
About the only hiccup in his plan was that he would have no one to ask where Oak's lab was. He'd gotten word from eavesdropping on passing trainers' thoughts to know that the lab of Professor Oak was nestled here in this tiny little town, for some reason. He couldn't comprehend why. It was just so...small town.
He rummaged in his pocket for a moment, searching for something or other, and finally produced a half-crumpled letter. He glanced at it, suppressing the shiver that ran through him. It still weirded him out more than a little. The whole letter with no name or address or anything was a little much, even for him. And yet here he was, about to go along and comply with the letter's request. He had no idea what a..."Pokedex" was. But he was going to grab one and get out of here.
Assuming he could find Oak's lab, that is...
He stuffed the letter back in a pocket, scowling at everything and nothing. There was nothing for it. Setting his mind on high-alert for anything funny, he set off at a brisk pace, winding here and there in no particular pattern. He crossed his own trail three times in five minutes, before, in a moment of dumb luck and a convenient sneeze, nearly walked right into a sign proclaiming the building directly behind it to be Professor Oak's lab.
"Well. That's convenient."
He strolled right up to the door, and after listening at it for a minute to determine if anyone was still around at this hour, he made the surprising determination that the place wasn't completely empty. From the sound of things, there was at least one or two people still around. "Stupid scientists and their working all hours of the day and night..." he grumbled, mostly to himself.
But he set his mind to the task, and set about to working out a plan. He could always try and play it off like he was just another trainer coming along to get started on the research team that Oak had apparently gotten going. A little false mental input here, careful spoken word choice there... It could work.
Recovering from his only mostly-faked coughing fit, Emelius turned his eyes toward his surroundings. The late hour saw the place entirely deserted, everyone having shut themselves inside by now, which suited him just fine. He had planned on that. It would make his business here easier.
About the only hiccup in his plan was that he would have no one to ask where Oak's lab was. He'd gotten word from eavesdropping on passing trainers' thoughts to know that the lab of Professor Oak was nestled here in this tiny little town, for some reason. He couldn't comprehend why. It was just so...small town.
He rummaged in his pocket for a moment, searching for something or other, and finally produced a half-crumpled letter. He glanced at it, suppressing the shiver that ran through him. It still weirded him out more than a little. The whole letter with no name or address or anything was a little much, even for him. And yet here he was, about to go along and comply with the letter's request. He had no idea what a..."Pokedex" was. But he was going to grab one and get out of here.
Assuming he could find Oak's lab, that is...
He stuffed the letter back in a pocket, scowling at everything and nothing. There was nothing for it. Setting his mind on high-alert for anything funny, he set off at a brisk pace, winding here and there in no particular pattern. He crossed his own trail three times in five minutes, before, in a moment of dumb luck and a convenient sneeze, nearly walked right into a sign proclaiming the building directly behind it to be Professor Oak's lab.
"Well. That's convenient."
He strolled right up to the door, and after listening at it for a minute to determine if anyone was still around at this hour, he made the surprising determination that the place wasn't completely empty. From the sound of things, there was at least one or two people still around. "Stupid scientists and their working all hours of the day and night..." he grumbled, mostly to himself.
But he set his mind to the task, and set about to working out a plan. He could always try and play it off like he was just another trainer coming along to get started on the research team that Oak had apparently gotten going. A little false mental input here, careful spoken word choice there... It could work.