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bravenewworld2015-08-01 12:31 pm
thescabbard) wrote in bravenewworld2015-08-01 12:31 pm
❄001; [action for Union]
a;
[Anyone walking around the Business and Entertainment Districts today may be treated to an odd sight: an unfamiliar woman, small and pale, dressed to the nines for... no apparent reason. Sure, the way she walks with no regard for distractions might indicate she has a destination, but now that she and the young Drifloon and Snorunt trailing behind her have passed every establishment in the area thrice over, one might start to think that she's lost.
For the more observant, that conclusion may come even sooner due to the lack of Warp Band on the woman's wrist, despite the Pokemon who are obviously following her. For the most observant, one might spot bare toes peeking out from the ivory fabric of the woman's dress with every step she takes. Is she walking around barefoot?!
Alright, so maybe she's not just lost. Anybody want to stop this walking disaster?]
b;
[As the tiny group makes it's way around, however, the Snorunt steadily slows, falling further and further behind the woman and the Drifloon. Neither of them notices, the Drifloon too interested in the city sights and sounds, the woman to focused on... whatever she's focused on, until the Snorunt gives a pitiful cry of its name. Finally, the woman turns back and, after a moment's consideration, steps toward the Pokemon, crouching down to scoop it into her arms. Something about the action brings the Snorunt a modicum of relief, but it's still rather distressed. Unfortunately, the woman doesn't appear to be in a rush to do much else...]
[Anyone walking around the Business and Entertainment Districts today may be treated to an odd sight: an unfamiliar woman, small and pale, dressed to the nines for... no apparent reason. Sure, the way she walks with no regard for distractions might indicate she has a destination, but now that she and the young Drifloon and Snorunt trailing behind her have passed every establishment in the area thrice over, one might start to think that she's lost.
For the more observant, that conclusion may come even sooner due to the lack of Warp Band on the woman's wrist, despite the Pokemon who are obviously following her. For the most observant, one might spot bare toes peeking out from the ivory fabric of the woman's dress with every step she takes. Is she walking around barefoot?!
Alright, so maybe she's not just lost. Anybody want to stop this walking disaster?]
b;
[As the tiny group makes it's way around, however, the Snorunt steadily slows, falling further and further behind the woman and the Drifloon. Neither of them notices, the Drifloon too interested in the city sights and sounds, the woman to focused on... whatever she's focused on, until the Snorunt gives a pitiful cry of its name. Finally, the woman turns back and, after a moment's consideration, steps toward the Pokemon, crouching down to scoop it into her arms. Something about the action brings the Snorunt a modicum of relief, but it's still rather distressed. Unfortunately, the woman doesn't appear to be in a rush to do much else...]
B
so on days where he doesn't flee to the familiar comfort of the forest, or all the way out to the mountains, he instead spends all day wandering the streets of the city. Froslass and Floette are the two that accompany him today, and they drag him from shop window to shop window - although he never actually goes inside, because he knows the kinds of looks he'll get if he walks into any kind of clothes store in his crumpled shirt and scuffed shorts, with bare feet and hair that never gets brushed. people keep telling him about personal hygiene and taking care of his appearance, but they're lessons he doesn't particularly care to learn.
Froslass is leading him along by the hand to another building when he sees the Snorunt falling behind, sees it cry out and sees the woman take too long to go back for it. his feet are moving in their direction with barely even a thought. Froslass trails along behind him, still holding his hand, and Floette is tucked into the collar of his shirt. ]
Hey, ma'am! [ he holds up a hand to flag her down as he approaches. be polite to adults, he reminds himself, be polite. ] Your friend looks like they're having trouble. Is everything alright?
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She takes a long moment to consider both the question and the situation, mechanical in her evaluation until she spares Snorunt another glance.]
...I'm not sure. This has never happened before.