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Shifting Sands: First Glimpse
- Thread starter Kali the Flygon
- Start date
Coloursfall
THIS IS HOW WE BLEED
Anne smiled at the boy who talked to her, flipping a bit of orange hair behind her shoulder. Oh, thank goodness he had asked about her work...she never know how to deal with questions about her personal life. She stroked Bast for a moment and considered his question.
"Well, from what I've seen, it's a form of...condensed energy, if you will. They use it to heal other Pokemon, isn't it fascinating?" She said happily, hopping towards the bus. "Come on!"
She boarded quickly, slipping into one of the mid-bus seats, draping an arm over the back of the seat. She was just in front of the flirty boy from before, but didn't really pay him much attention.
"Well, from what I've seen, it's a form of...condensed energy, if you will. They use it to heal other Pokemon, isn't it fascinating?" She said happily, hopping towards the bus. "Come on!"
She boarded quickly, slipping into one of the mid-bus seats, draping an arm over the back of the seat. She was just in front of the flirty boy from before, but didn't really pay him much attention.
Patar
あなたが追求&#
"Uh sure."
But Dirk was more unsure about the girl. She's smart and all but why the enthusiam now with egg question? She's different all right. he thought. Seeing her skipping to the bus, he trailed behind her seeing that he was indeed last again. The wholebtrip seemed kinda fake to him. A single girl. A cocky boy with attitude. A wacky professor. Sounds like a reality TV show or something.
Getting onto the bus, Dirk saw that there was an empty seat across from that girl Anne. But then he saw the flirt behind her. Normally Dirk wouldn't even dare to interfere with another guy trying to get a girl. But Anne was different. Didn't seem like she wouldn't fall for his "tricks".
"Hey I happen to have my Blissey. Do wanna like examine it or something?"
But Dirk was more unsure about the girl. She's smart and all but why the enthusiam now with egg question? She's different all right. he thought. Seeing her skipping to the bus, he trailed behind her seeing that he was indeed last again. The wholebtrip seemed kinda fake to him. A single girl. A cocky boy with attitude. A wacky professor. Sounds like a reality TV show or something.
Getting onto the bus, Dirk saw that there was an empty seat across from that girl Anne. But then he saw the flirt behind her. Normally Dirk wouldn't even dare to interfere with another guy trying to get a girl. But Anne was different. Didn't seem like she wouldn't fall for his "tricks".
"Hey I happen to have my Blissey. Do wanna like examine it or something?"
Kali the Flygon
Devourer of Sandshrews
Seeing that everyone from outside had climbed aboard, Mr. Conway closed the bus door. "All right, peeps, take your seats and we'll be on our way," he announced, shifting out of park. The bus began to creep forward at first, but soon was moving normally.
The bus ride itself wasn't too exciting. At first, the scenery was mainly heavily urban, with buildings... and traffic... all around, but as the bus travelled on the main route north, Route 111, things started to switch to a more country setting. Trees now lined the road, instead of buildings. A large, gorgeous estate a few miles out of the city was passed, but other than that, very few people actually could be seen living a considerable distance from Mauville. There were a few small towns on the way, but the spacing was becoming fewer and farther between. Slowly, as the bus travelled north, the ground around them appeared to become not only more rocky and mountainous, but also more arid and dry. Grass still covered the ground for the most part, but it became thinner, more sparse, and existed more in clumps and bushes. The route became somewhat more windy and less traveled, twirling between hills and mountains.
Finally, though, the group made it to Tamany Town. The place appeared to be a small, rural farming village, maybe only with 100 people or so, surrounded by livestock ranches. A small stream passed by town, providing just about all the water available to the place. The ground looked mostly like a barren wasteland, with only a couple bushes of desert grass scattered across the place, except for the irrigation fields provided from the stream. All in all, the bus ride took about two hours from Mauville, maybe nearly a hundred miles north. At this town, Route 111 seemed to just stop at a dead end, maybe half a mile north of where Route 112 west began. It appeared as if it was intended to continue further north, but a northern connection was never completed. The terrain past the town only seemed to get more sandy as opposed to rocky.
As the bus came to a stop, a man outside walked up toward the vehicle. He appeared to be darker, short and thin, with a pointy beard and a long, thin mustache. The man waved to the group, and Mr. Conway opened the door to let people out, turning back to Dr. Saguaro to ask for his fee.
The bus ride itself wasn't too exciting. At first, the scenery was mainly heavily urban, with buildings... and traffic... all around, but as the bus travelled on the main route north, Route 111, things started to switch to a more country setting. Trees now lined the road, instead of buildings. A large, gorgeous estate a few miles out of the city was passed, but other than that, very few people actually could be seen living a considerable distance from Mauville. There were a few small towns on the way, but the spacing was becoming fewer and farther between. Slowly, as the bus travelled north, the ground around them appeared to become not only more rocky and mountainous, but also more arid and dry. Grass still covered the ground for the most part, but it became thinner, more sparse, and existed more in clumps and bushes. The route became somewhat more windy and less traveled, twirling between hills and mountains.
Finally, though, the group made it to Tamany Town. The place appeared to be a small, rural farming village, maybe only with 100 people or so, surrounded by livestock ranches. A small stream passed by town, providing just about all the water available to the place. The ground looked mostly like a barren wasteland, with only a couple bushes of desert grass scattered across the place, except for the irrigation fields provided from the stream. All in all, the bus ride took about two hours from Mauville, maybe nearly a hundred miles north. At this town, Route 111 seemed to just stop at a dead end, maybe half a mile north of where Route 112 west began. It appeared as if it was intended to continue further north, but a northern connection was never completed. The terrain past the town only seemed to get more sandy as opposed to rocky.
As the bus came to a stop, a man outside walked up toward the vehicle. He appeared to be darker, short and thin, with a pointy beard and a long, thin mustache. The man waved to the group, and Mr. Conway opened the door to let people out, turning back to Dr. Saguaro to ask for his fee.
Blastoise Fortooate
Geographical!
"Hmm? Oh, yes, that's right, your payment. Give me a moment," the doctor trailed off, patting his myriad of pockets to locate his wallet. He was about to search his satchel when his memory returned; Saguaro reached around to his back pocket and pulled out a worn, faux-leather wallet. As he opened it, there was a flash of an old photograph, of a smiling young boy in his early teens, standing next to a Wartortle who had obviously been startled by the camera's bright light. Little more than a second later, the picture was whisked away, replaced by a stack of bills emblazoned with the symbol for Poké.
"That should just about do it. Thank you for your services, Mr. Conway," The doctor shook the driver's hand and shuffled away, off of the bus, to meet up with their mysterious guide.
"Pleased to see you in person, Mr. Alamai. I'm glad that you could be our guide," said Doctor Saguaro. He turned on his heel towards the bus and cupped his hand to the side of his mouth.
"Come on, out of the bus, come meet or guide for the trip!"
"That should just about do it. Thank you for your services, Mr. Conway," The doctor shook the driver's hand and shuffled away, off of the bus, to meet up with their mysterious guide.
"Pleased to see you in person, Mr. Alamai. I'm glad that you could be our guide," said Doctor Saguaro. He turned on his heel towards the bus and cupped his hand to the side of his mouth.
"Come on, out of the bus, come meet or guide for the trip!"
Patar
あなたが追求&#
Dirk had a small conversation on the bus with the Biology girl but chose to sleep most of the ride. He awoke as the professor had been calling out, "Come on, out of the bus, come meet our guide for the trip!"
Dirk stretched and began to walk to the front of the bus to see the tour guide. The guide was... pretty boring actually. He was stout and had dark skin. His pointy goatee and his thin wire mustache gave him a look that said, "Grr..." He didn't seem mean at all though. You could tell that he loved his job and enjoyed it. But he did seem a little suspicious. Dirk shrugged. He couldn't be that bad. Could he?
"Hello, sir. My name is Dirk Palm. Nice to meet you."
Dirk stretched and began to walk to the front of the bus to see the tour guide. The guide was... pretty boring actually. He was stout and had dark skin. His pointy goatee and his thin wire mustache gave him a look that said, "Grr..." He didn't seem mean at all though. You could tell that he loved his job and enjoyed it. But he did seem a little suspicious. Dirk shrugged. He couldn't be that bad. Could he?
"Hello, sir. My name is Dirk Palm. Nice to meet you."
Wargle
Dirty minds think alike~
Nate climbed out of his seat and walked up the aisle. Alakazam floated behind him, however, he was deep in thought. He saw their guide. He was short, had a pointy beard and and thread-like moustache. One member -Dirk, he thinks- was already greeting him. Nate decide to join in.
"Hello sir, Nate Kouze." he said, he was about to offer a handshake, but remembered how the good Doctor reacted. He glanced back at Alakazam. Still meditating, be he opened one eye, then the other, signifying he had finished. However, he remained levitating as he examined the area and then the man. Alakazam seemed to be feeling distrust but the man was a stranger. It was expected.
((It appears the forums ate one of my posts. I made a post but it disappeared. It was delving into Nate and Alakazam's backstory. Complete with flashbacks. but it was nommed. D: ))
"Hello sir, Nate Kouze." he said, he was about to offer a handshake, but remembered how the good Doctor reacted. He glanced back at Alakazam. Still meditating, be he opened one eye, then the other, signifying he had finished. However, he remained levitating as he examined the area and then the man. Alakazam seemed to be feeling distrust but the man was a stranger. It was expected.
((It appears the forums ate one of my posts. I made a post but it disappeared. It was delving into Nate and Alakazam's backstory. Complete with flashbacks. but it was nommed. D: ))
Kali the Flygon
Devourer of Sandshrews
"Please, you give me far too much credit, Dr. Saguaro," Mr. Alamai replied, with a heavy accent, chuckling a bit. "I am merely a businessman. You are in need of certain goods, and I am willing to provide them, for the right price, of course. You requested 7 Camerupt? I have plenty in stock, but I do not rent. Instead, I agreed to sell you the Camerupt. If within 3 months you bring any back, and in healthy condition, I agree to buy them back, at half the original price. You can consider the difference to be your 'rent'." His smiling expression, however, suddenly got a little more serious. "As for being your guide, no, that is not something I agreed to. I agreed to help you... get used to the desert conditions, but that is all. You know I do not agree with your plans, Doctor... you threaten to awaken the Spirit of the Desert, and incite her wrath, and I will not be around when that happens. You understand, I have my own business to take care of instead."
After a brief pause, though, Mr. Alamai then grinned once again, chuckling. "But please, come, all of you... You are my guests, so it would be rude of me not to offer refreshments. I will show you my home and treat you to lunch, and then I will let you see my selection. " He waved to the group, as he began to walk off. "This way! Come!" The man started walking toward a ranch at the top of a small hill, and on the way, Numels and Camerupts could be seen in a large enclosure to each side of the sandy, rocky path to his home.
The busdriver, meanwhile, waited for everyone to get out, and called out to the doctor, "You know the number for our service... just give us 24 hours notice, and we'll be happy to pick you up and take you back to Mauville." He closed the door to the bus, and began to drive off.
After a brief pause, though, Mr. Alamai then grinned once again, chuckling. "But please, come, all of you... You are my guests, so it would be rude of me not to offer refreshments. I will show you my home and treat you to lunch, and then I will let you see my selection. " He waved to the group, as he began to walk off. "This way! Come!" The man started walking toward a ranch at the top of a small hill, and on the way, Numels and Camerupts could be seen in a large enclosure to each side of the sandy, rocky path to his home.
The busdriver, meanwhile, waited for everyone to get out, and called out to the doctor, "You know the number for our service... just give us 24 hours notice, and we'll be happy to pick you up and take you back to Mauville." He closed the door to the bus, and began to drive off.
Sylph
Take me to Wonderland
No sooner had Adrian stepped off the bus, it is close it's doors and sped away. He dusted his coat off of the dirt that flew from the bus's wheels and moved to join the others in the trip. He fished Titan's ball from his pocket and released her, letting her cling to his back and hitch a ride.
He caught the tail end of the discussion, something to do with "Waking the Spirit of the Desert" and invoking her wrath. He looks at his nails and smiles a bit.
This will be interesting. Glad I came along...
He caught the tail end of the discussion, something to do with "Waking the Spirit of the Desert" and invoking her wrath. He looks at his nails and smiles a bit.
This will be interesting. Glad I came along...
Patar
あなたが追求&#
What the hell? Dirk had heard a lot of the conversation and didn't like it at all. First we would be wandering around a frickin desert without any guide or help or anything. And getting used to the conditions? What, we're gonna be thrown into the desert and see how long we live?
And what the heck is this Super Spirit or something? "Mr. Alamai, what is this Great Spirit you speak of?"
And what the heck is this Super Spirit or something? "Mr. Alamai, what is this Great Spirit you speak of?"
Blastoise Fortooate
Geographical!
Saguaro smirked slightly at the melodrama that had permeated the air not a moment before. Although he wasn't one to discount spirituality off the bat, the doctor frankly thought that if there was some sort of vendetta-driven consciousness in the desert that it shouldn't be called the 'Great Spirit'. Such a cliché, the original name was probably much more interesting.
But who cared? The kind man had sold them Camerupt at a good price, and was their guide/aquaintor-to-the-desert to boot. A good team of Camerupt was invaluable in the desert, as they were highly resistant to the desert heat; they also kept thheir riders warm at night and lit the way.
The ecologist stuck his hand in his pocket and trudged after the man, smile still a ghost on his face.
But who cared? The kind man had sold them Camerupt at a good price, and was their guide/aquaintor-to-the-desert to boot. A good team of Camerupt was invaluable in the desert, as they were highly resistant to the desert heat; they also kept thheir riders warm at night and lit the way.
The ecologist stuck his hand in his pocket and trudged after the man, smile still a ghost on his face.