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bravenewworld2016-05-20 04:22 pm
commissionergrump) wrote in bravenewworld2016-05-20 04:22 pm
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6th Patrol
Near Caldera:
Volcanos are hot. This is something Gordon's known for a long time, even growing up in Union. Just how hot has to be experienced to be believed, however. It's important to learn new things, however.
Gordon is forgoing his usual hat and magically reinforced coat. His white button up shirt is sticking to him as is, through a combination of sweat and the rain storm Mike the Blastoise kicked up to give the pair some relief. He tugs at his suspenders, airing himself a bit, and wipes his brow, eye always scanning the horizon. It seems he's looking for something.
Union, days later:
An unseasonably warm day in Union still feels like heaven after multiple days spent in Caldera, and Gordon and some partners seem intent on enjoying it. He sits on a sleeping Rhydon, a lazily lounging stoutland by his side. A blastoise stands in the little used intersection, water cannons spraying water up into the air where it rains down as a harmless spray, like a fire hydrant with the top taken off.
Volcanos are hot. This is something Gordon's known for a long time, even growing up in Union. Just how hot has to be experienced to be believed, however. It's important to learn new things, however.
Gordon is forgoing his usual hat and magically reinforced coat. His white button up shirt is sticking to him as is, through a combination of sweat and the rain storm Mike the Blastoise kicked up to give the pair some relief. He tugs at his suspenders, airing himself a bit, and wipes his brow, eye always scanning the horizon. It seems he's looking for something.
Union, days later:
An unseasonably warm day in Union still feels like heaven after multiple days spent in Caldera, and Gordon and some partners seem intent on enjoying it. He sits on a sleeping Rhydon, a lazily lounging stoutland by his side. A blastoise stands in the little used intersection, water cannons spraying water up into the air where it rains down as a harmless spray, like a fire hydrant with the top taken off.
I apologize for the huge delay, I got distracted by the event
Always worthwhile. If I'm being honest, half of these outreach missions I've been on recently, I'm keeping an eye out for new recruits.
For the Swords.
[The Blastoise grins. It doesn't take a Kindred Soul to tell that Gordon's Pokemon care for him, each in their own way.]
Any particular gaps you're looking to fill? I hear what I'm looking for learns a lot of moves other fighting types don't, so it won't step on Mac or Lauren's toes. Apparently it even learns Aura Sphere, meaning Mike might have some in his ancestry.
[This is news to the Blastoise, who looks over, eyes wide. His family up until this point has been entirely adopted, never really put much thought into blood relations.]