Post by Emelius Cathran on Dec 2, 2014 5:44:49 GMT
His path lit solely by the faint, silvery light of a sickle moon, Emelius practically soared out of Pallet Town, all but vaulting over the town that proclaimed the area beyond the small town to be "Route 1". The little Bulbasaur he had "acquired" from the Professor's lab galumphed along in his wake as best it could, bounding, leaping, scurrying and scuttling along through, over, and under grass, rocks, and the sign its new trainer leaped over.
"Man, you..." He stumbled over a particularly tangled knot of grass, and elected to slow his pace lest he end up with his teeth in the dirt. "...you...sure can move for such a little guy..."
The Bulbasaur, breathing even more heavily than his trainer, puffed to a halt near him. He stared arrogantly up at the human, trying to look fierce despite his profound huffing and puffing. "B...Bulba...saur!"
"Heh...right, right, I get it. Whatever. Look, just...get back in the ball-thing, okay?" Fishing around in his coat pockets for far longer than anyone calling themselves a Trainer should, he finally found found the Pokeball that the little grass type had originally come from. The little thing gave him another witheringly arrogant glare, but made no protest as Emelius recalled him to his pokeball. "I sure got myself into something else, this time..."
With a sigh, he shoved the ball unceremoniously back into a pocket of his coat, and continued hurrying on his way. It wouldn't do to still be in the neighborhood when the next group got to Oak's lab. He had every intention of being long gone by then.
"Man, you..." He stumbled over a particularly tangled knot of grass, and elected to slow his pace lest he end up with his teeth in the dirt. "...you...sure can move for such a little guy..."
The Bulbasaur, breathing even more heavily than his trainer, puffed to a halt near him. He stared arrogantly up at the human, trying to look fierce despite his profound huffing and puffing. "B...Bulba...saur!"
"Heh...right, right, I get it. Whatever. Look, just...get back in the ball-thing, okay?" Fishing around in his coat pockets for far longer than anyone calling themselves a Trainer should, he finally found found the Pokeball that the little grass type had originally come from. The little thing gave him another witheringly arrogant glare, but made no protest as Emelius recalled him to his pokeball. "I sure got myself into something else, this time..."
With a sigh, he shoved the ball unceremoniously back into a pocket of his coat, and continued hurrying on his way. It wouldn't do to still be in the neighborhood when the next group got to Oak's lab. He had every intention of being long gone by then.