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bravenewworld2014-05-06 03:20 pm
actsmagnificent) wrote in bravenewworld2014-05-06 03:20 pm
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Log // "Cold-Hearted" Soldiers
Who: Haruka Tenoh, Michiru Kaioh, assorted bonded Pokémon, and a scandalized Beartic
Where: Near the Ice Rock - climbing back down
When: May 6th
What: For once, they didn't steal this baby. Try telling that to the locals.
Warnings: Potential Pokémon battles. Inevitable inappropriately-timed flirting.
[ Well, that'd been a wash. And Haruka doesn't mean the part where a falling sheet of ice nearly dragged her and Michiru off the side of a mountain, or the part where a little Cubchoo nearly tripped over them as they dodged the snow. No, by the time they'd made it to the Ice Rock - Cubchoo now in tow and sporting Haruka's burgundy scarf knotted around her neck, to make her stand out against the landscape - it had become increasingly obvious that if anything was sacred about this place, it wasn't for Enlightened. There'd be no clues about the gods here.
Oh well, it's training. ]
We should've brought soup. [ Says Haruka as she hugs the side of the mountain, edging down step by careful step. The slope broadens out and levels off soon, fortunately. That'll give them more room to move around. A gust of icy wind tickles her face, sending snowflakes spiraling about them in a cold parody of their usual glitter. ] The atmosphere's right.
Where: Near the Ice Rock - climbing back down
When: May 6th
What: For once, they didn't steal this baby. Try telling that to the locals.
Warnings: Potential Pokémon battles. Inevitable inappropriately-timed flirting.
[ Well, that'd been a wash. And Haruka doesn't mean the part where a falling sheet of ice nearly dragged her and Michiru off the side of a mountain, or the part where a little Cubchoo nearly tripped over them as they dodged the snow. No, by the time they'd made it to the Ice Rock - Cubchoo now in tow and sporting Haruka's burgundy scarf knotted around her neck, to make her stand out against the landscape - it had become increasingly obvious that if anything was sacred about this place, it wasn't for Enlightened. There'd be no clues about the gods here.
Oh well, it's training. ]
We should've brought soup. [ Says Haruka as she hugs the side of the mountain, edging down step by careful step. The slope broadens out and levels off soon, fortunately. That'll give them more room to move around. A gust of icy wind tickles her face, sending snowflakes spiraling about them in a cold parody of their usual glitter. ] The atmosphere's right.