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Who: Everyone!
Where: The newly discovered island
What: After recent events, the people of Union could use a bit of R&R. What better place than a tropical island?
Warnings: Drinks with little umbrellas in them, swimsuits, idek

An island paradise, discovered just off the southern coast, less than a day's travel from the city. A strong enough Pokemon could easily carry their partner and others out there. It was hard to say just who sent the original message, but pictures surfaced, with the tagline "Don't you wish you were here," came over the warp bands' feeds, and, like Venomoths to the flame, people began clamoring toward this new found tropical get-away. Those who wanted to go would find it easy enough--with so many people making their way to investigate, for whatever reason they claimed (but let's be honest, it was probably the beach), one could just hitch a ride.

The island itself appeared untouched by human contact. The Pokemon were strange and different compared to the fare immediately around Union. A warm breeze blew through palm trees, carrying the scent of hibiscus flowers. The water, blue as the summer sky, was warm and inviting.

This truly was a paradise.

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Armin nods seriously, but puts on a smile when Spur floats to look at him face-to-face. "I'm sure he will. He's a very good hover-er, for being so young."

It's fortunate that he has Spur to look at, so he doesn't have to make eye contact as he states the facts. "It's my grandfather. He's the only family member I had, so I'll likely have to enter the city institution -- unless I can find someplace else to stay and hold it off."

A pause, then, softer: "I'll be fine. I have to be."

Spur grinds his gears proudly. Darn tootin'. He hovers with the big gears.

Hiroshi frowns. "I see. That sounds incredibly difficult. I am very sorry to hear it." He ponders, for a bit, offering to let him stay with them... but with his father's attitude towards the technology Team Evolution had shown off, HIROSHI barely felt welcome in his own home, let alone Armin.

Speaking of which. "I am assuming you have already been filled in on everything that happened at the tournament?"

That gets a barely stifled giggle from Armin, who reaches out slowly, though he stops before touching Spur. "May I?" See, he has good manners.

Hiroshi's reaction is well-appreciated -- sympathetic, but not overtly. Armin's doing his very best to forget everything about what's happening back in Union, not wanting to spoil the day. The question gets a dark look, and a nod. "Unfortunately. I don't regret not attending, if that's the sort of thing that went on."

"Feel free. I think he likes the attention. He's pretty laid back, actually." Spur nuzzles under Armin's hand, as if telling him it's okay. He just wanted to make the nice human feel better, after all!

Hiroshi frowns, looking out at the ocean. "I... am worried. They certainly made a strong impression on people. I would not be surprised if some of the unenlightened found their suggestions promising, actually." He purses his lips. "I hope nothing bad happens."

Edited (i can keep a tense really i can) 2014-03-12 01:35 (UTC)

Armin smiles, running his fingers gently over Spur -- it's sort of hard to pet something that's primarily metal, after all. But he does his best, already feeling much better, don't worry.

"I hope the same. I am...confident that anyone who cares about Pokemon and Union's safety will agree that they're bad news."

"Yes..." Which, to Hiroshi, is where the problem lay. Some of the residents of Union just didn't CARE enough about Pokemon. And that worries him.

He shakes his head. "I suppose we will simply have to be wary. Seems like a lot of things have changed drastically just in the last couple of months."

"I wish they wouldn't. I wish..."

Armin trails off, then shakes his head firmly. No use wishing things. Another pat for Spur, and he stands to brush sand off his pants. "Have you explored the island at all?"

Hiroshi understands what he means, in a way. But you can't avoid change sometimes. No matter how hard you may wish otherwise.

Spur clinks happily at the pat. Hiroshi looks at Armin. "Not yet, no. Have you?" he asked, looking around.

"A little, but I didn't want to go too far alone." Armin brightens, because that seems like Hiroshi is at least open to potential adventuring and/or science. "I'm interested in how the salt air effects some of the flora that might also be present in Union."

Boy howdy, you are totally speaking his language. Hiroshi seems to perk up a bit at this. "That sounds like it could be interesting. I would be more than willing to accompany you if you'd like," he replies.

Takuro waddles back from the water, shaking himself off a bit. Ah, beach fun.

KINDRED SCIENCE SPIRITS. Armin nods eagerly, making sure all his little buddies are clustered around him -- Meredith, Nim, Famke, Murgatroyd, okay, good. Well, Famke the little Espurr is toddling over to stare intently at Takuro, but that still counts.

"Excellent! I'd love a companion -- it makes things much more scientifically efficient."

"Indeed. Hopefully we'll turn up something of note." Hiroshi is actually a little excited at this point. Science! Like, cool science and not asshole science! He can get behind this.

He fiddles with his Warp Band a bit and waits. A while later, a Skarmory comes padding along, looking remarkably well fed. "Webster, come along. I think you've had enough as per the contract, right?"

Webster sighs. Fiiiiine. Hiroshi turns to Armin. "Shall we be off?"

FUN SCIENCE. Armin is beaming excitedly, but he'll pause enough to lean over and greet the Skarmory. "Hello, Webster. Nice to meet you."

Famke the baby Espurr will climb onto Webster's foot, hugging his leg. He looks like a friend of hers.

Webster looks at the Espurr on his foot with a suspiciously hungry look, one that Hiroshi manages to glare him out of following up on. Eating other peoples' Pokemon is not in the contract, dude. Webster, somehow, sighs.

"Sorry. He's... still got a few wild instincts in him," Hiroshi explains. Patting Webster's flank a bit, he looks to Armin. "Lead the way."