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Post by Lucas on Apr 30, 2009 22:49:39 GMT -5
The dark recesses of Diglett's Cave peeled away, revealing blinking blue eyes. The route had been rigorous: in the bleary silence, diglett and dugtrio had proven the cave's name. While Lucas had avoided most of them after gathering their data for the pokedex, he hadn't missed his chance to catch a diglett for his own. It had been one of the weaker ones, granted, but he didn't want to push Turtwig too far, and even that battle had been uncertain until the last minute when he had thrown the pokeball. Now that he was out of the cave, his next step was to hit the Pokemon Center, and then wait for the S.S. Anne.
Yep, everything was going smoothly... Although a large part of Lucas couldn't stop thinking of Damion. He had never expected to see him again, yet there he had been in Viridian City. Lucas had never experienced the sort of elation he had felt upon realizing that blond-headed kid was his friend from Sinnoh--one of the only two friends he had ever really had. Then, too quickly, they had to part once again. It didn't seem to matter to Damion, though, who only seemed to want to do everything faster than Lucas, as well as worship that angry kid, whatshisfacePaul.
Lucas had things to do anyway; data to gather, pokemon to study, a job to do. That was why he had opted to take Diglett's Cave instead of heading through Viridian Forest: according to his map, Diglett's Cave led straight to Vermillion City, and that was where he needed to be. He had read a flier about a cruise departing from Vermillion, destination: Faraway Island. This was a rare chance to see a Legendary Pokemon. Lucas was skeptical as to how likely it was that he would actually see it, but there was no reason to pass up the opportunity. If anything, he would meet other trainers, and their pokemon as well. He only hoped the trainers proved to be a bit less demanding than the ones he had met in Viridian. Those guys were ruthless, scary kids who seemed to show their love for pokemon in odd ways. In fact, Lucas wasn't even sure if they cared about the pokemon. Why Damion chose to associate with them, he wasn't sure; then again, Lucas was never sure when it came to Damion.
Stepping out of the cave washed a new light over the thoughts Lucas had been dwelling on. He would meet up with Damion again eventually; maybe not any time soon, but eventually. There were all kinds of trainers around the world, and surely the more respectable ones had been attracted to the cruise. Lucas couldn't wait to find out. A modest smile traced his lips, and after inhaling the fresh air and smell of grass, he started in the direction of civilization--
BAM!
At least, that's what it felt like happened. A tremendous boom simultaneous with a rough, sudden collision that blind-sighted Lucas and sent him tumbling to the earth. He was sure he had gasped during that split second, and perhaps that had contributed to the cacophony that erupted in his ears. His arms had flung themselves forward of their own accord, and his red beret broke free of its snug position on his head, tottering over his eyes. He hit the ground before he was aware he had been falling.
"Mmmggh..." Lucas groaned as he collected himself. The contents of his yellow backpack--very light for now, with plenty of room for the fruits of his journey--had slid up onto his shoulders and weighed him down as he lifted his chest from the ground. Thank automatic reaction for the fact that his face wasn't currently coated in dirt, though the front of his black, white-sleeved shirt could not share this sentiment, and neither could the portion of his red scarf that dragged the earth. Squinting one eye shut, he slid one foot to sit flat on the ground, bending his knee up in front of him and placing a hand on it. His other leg curled beneath him, the loose denim of his pants rubbing against the dirt. Even when he opened both eyes, however, he still wasn't granted sight of what had just happened and what had caused his fall. Lucas lifted a thumb to the rim of his hat, pushing it up slowly. A dreadful thought of the back of his exposed head drained some of the color from his face--he had such horrible hair--and he quickly lifted both hands to the top of his beret, sliding it back into its rightful position. He patted the sides of his head, feeling the disgruntled, exposed black hair at his fingertips. From this position still close to the ground, he turned, aiming to spot whatever had knocked him over.
((mehmehmeh -insert excuse for crappiness- ;D ))
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Post by Dragon on May 1, 2009 13:18:36 GMT -5
Ever since his arrival, Vermilion City had been alive and bustling with a unique sense of excitement that was downright addictive. It was the kind of feeling that gets your blood pumping, adrenaline coursing fast enough to make every new sensation a treat and keep the wild butterfree in your stomach continually restless. Naturally, Gold had immediately approved of this feeling, and with very little time wasted on integrating himself into the currently quickened pace of city life.
A wide grin slapped across his face, namesake eyes recklessly played across the increasingly familiar sights of the houses and docks as he ran. The fresh sting of salty sea air danced across his nose, adding an encouraged sense of invigoration to his already long, excited strides. Breaths came evenly, though he was beginning to do so at a much faster, heavier pace, fists curled even as one set of fingers were clenched tightly around something long and new to his grasp.
"Do you like to fish?" It had been a simple enough question and, thanks to a little casual chatting about fishing and pokémon in general, Gold had managed to obtain an old rod from one of the local head fishermen. Looking it over, the rod wasn't that impressive -- just a long piece of wood with some string and a bobber attached. Still, it was a gift and if it allowed him to catch a new pokémon, then that was good enough for him! Fishing near the docks would have been simple enough, but pokémon are sensitive and the better stock would be just outside city limits. That and, well, Gold didn't want to show off what a fantastic fisherman he really was in front of all those people. Living with pokémon had given him a real advantage concerning these sorts of things.
heh- BAM!
The collision came on like a freight train, all the advantage in the world unable to keep Gold from being thrown harshly to the ground, lost momentarily in a purple haze of confusion. Coming down backwards, the boy slid a foot or so across his right arm, losing his grip on the fishing rod which now clattered harmlessly off to the side. An unexpected pain in his chest caused Gold to suddenly cough a few times in frustration, whatever he had hit having knocked the wind right out of him and it taking this long for his mind to register. All in all, not a very pleasant experience.
"Awwuhhhh..." Everything was still spinning, but the pain was enough to have the scene clearing up at a reasonable enough rate. Tenderly pulling himself up into a sitting position with his good arm, Gold cradled the other closer for inspection onto a set of propped up knees, support given from behind with his palm. Aside from a large stain embedded into the fabric of his red, long-sleeved shirt, there seemed to be little damage -- he had been lucky. His yellow shorts were also covered with dirt though, and the familiar, snug sensation just above his ears was suspiciously missing...
His hat! Wincing in frustration as he pulled the loose straps of his silver backpack back onto his shoulders, Gold hunched forward and began turning his head this way and that in desperation, dark hair falling loose and long near the shoulder. While he failed to immediately find said hat, eyes were suddenly trained and widened on a different target altogether. Oh shit, that wasn't a wall he had run into -- it was another person!
"H-hey! Are you alright?" His voice had every right to be shaky, but the concern Gold mustered while suddenly trying to pull himself closer to the victim was enough to give the right impression to someone who might have taken this entire disaster in a more negative light.
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Post by Lucas on May 1, 2009 14:44:12 GMT -5
It was a boy. The kid had been the one to collide with him, and apparently he hadn't been paying attention, for he had been knocked to the ground as well. Lucas's blue eyes immediately traced over the messy style of hair before reaching the boy's face.
Although he was initially quite disgruntled and held half a mind to tell the other a lesson in common sense, it only took a moment for general kindness to replace any irritated notions. Traveling nonstop through a dark cave full of pokemon that constantly popped up from beneath you could certainly take a toll on one's patience (the 'awe' effect of seeing these pokemon for the first time quickly wore off after the first couple of minutes, within which at least sixteen diglet and their evolution had made their presence quite known.) However, meeting a face that appeared relatively friendly after such an ordeal was uplifting in its own sense, especially when said face expressed concern for one's well-being.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Lucas replied automatically. "Uh..." he muttered; registering the boy's behavior prior to actually noticing him, Lucas mimicked him and glanced around. On his other side, Lucas spotted a yellow and black cap with a pair of goggles adorning it. Assuming this was what the boy had been looking for, Lucas picked it up, gingerly handling it so as to keep the goggles in place as much as was possible. To back his previous sentiment up, he easily pulled himself to his feet, patting down the loose fabric of his jeans with his vacant hand as he went. Once he straightened, he resettled one strap of his yellow pack on his shoulders, eyes falling on the other boy. He wasn't quite sure what to deduce: Lucas's eyes easily strayed to the makeshift fishing rod, and he briefly contemplated if the boy was a fisherman of sorts. To be running around like he was, however, Lucas questioned whether the boy had patience enough for that--not to mention the rod was rather pitiable. "Are you okay too?" Lucas asked out of courtesy, offering the hat.
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Post by Dragon on May 1, 2009 17:28:12 GMT -5
For a moment, the boy simply looked at him. Gold held his breath, chewing on his bottom lip and merely staring back in the hope that this (slightly older) kid was alright and not about to make something of the collision. Not that he would run away or anything -- it had all just been one big accident, and Gold wasn't too keen on potentially causing any more pain than had already been done. That and he still really wanted to try out his new fishing rod.
When the answer finally came, it was all the boy could do to keep from sighing in relief. A lazy grin seemed to crawl back over his face, nonetheless, almost acknowledging the fact that he had managed to avoid yet another piece of trouble that always seemed to come his way. Then again, most of the trouble he dealt in was along the gambling lines, not the physical (though he had had his share of both).
"Good to hear! Oh?" Gold tilted his head curiously at the sudden change in actions, not registering quite what the boy was doing until he laid his hands on it -- his hat, I mean. The simple act of this stranger picking up his hat was enough to make his body tense up again, especially when he suddenly stood and changed the entire perspective of hierarchy. "Hey!" A slight frown accompanied narrowed eyebrows, but nothing so rash as to demand his property back yet -- for some reason, this kid didn't really seem like that kind of threat (or a threat at all).
Looking him over, the boy had probably never been in a real fight his entire life. Were there really people like that? Gold's question was postponed, however, as said person suddenly inquired about him. Cheeks reddened slightly, Gold finally managing a grin confident enough of his usual, forward self. "Sure am. Thanks!" Taking his hat, Gold eagerly played back his hair for a minute before readjusting the hat back on, a thick patch naturally playing through the groove in the front to frame his face.
Turning his head, Gold quickly grabbed a hold of his fishing rod before smoothly getting up, planting the end into the dirt while brushing himself off with his free hand. "Sorry about that. Guess I got too excited to watch where I was going." Looking up to smile eagerly enough at the boy, though, he added in afterthought, "But I just got this new rod and I have to try it out!" Gold couldn't have cared less what this kid thought of the equipment -- as long as he could understand what a thrill it was to go fishing for pokémon.
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Post by Lucas on May 1, 2009 18:37:24 GMT -5
After his search (an automatic inclination for Lucas to prove himself helpful had driven the gesture), he had turned to see that the kid was grinning. Such a friendly expression in what was really an awkward situation struck Lucas uncertain; he didn't have to dwell on how to react for long, however, as the boy's grin vanished to be replaced with what appeared to be an offended demeanor. Still, Lucas had followed through with his simple objective, and that seemed to revert the matter back to the other having a cheery disposition. It was also contagious enough--Lucas couldn't help a modest smile from appearing on his face, flushing his cheeks.
Once the boy lifted himself to his feet, Lucas realized he had been staring at him--just slightly!--and his expression loosened, smile falling abruptly. Even though the kid wore a hat, he let a ridiculous amount of hair rush forward from his head. He also seemed quite happy despite the fact that he had just fallen on his behind due to his own clumsiness, and Lucas wasn't sure he seemed all that sorry. It was obvious he hadn't meant anything by it, so Lucas grinned politely and held out a hand for a friendly shake. One thing the boy said, however, strayed Lucas's line of thought. "You're going to catch a pokemon? With that?" The question was innocent enough; Lucas didn't know very much of anything about fishing. He did know about catching pokemon (that was what Professor Rowan had taught him before he had started his journey), and the stick with a string attached to it didn't seem to be the right way to go about it. "I'm Lucas, by the way. I'm on a job for Professor Rowan, a Pokemon expert." he introduced himself matter-of-factly, and not without a certain amount of pride in his description.
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Post by Dragon on May 1, 2009 19:16:01 GMT -5
ooc; SO GUESS WHAT KIDS? We're shortening this to crack length. Because we're just cool like that...YEA WHUTEVAH.
Gold blinked harmlessly at Lucas for a moment or so before shifting his gaze over to the rod held firmly in his grasp. Raising an eyebrow in outright consideration of something so incredibly...simple sounding to him, a short trickle of bell-like laughter escaped his lips. "Are you serious? This rod was given to me by a fishing guru -- if he doesn't know about catching pokémon, then I don't know who does! Besides, I don't think it looks like much either, but I might as well try it out, right? Anything it can't do, I'll totally make up for."
Having said his piece and giving a rather definitive nod in the matter, Gold offered Lucas a more than friendly enough grin before extending his hand in return. "Name's Gold, and I don't know who Professor Rowan is, but I bet he's pretty important seeing as how I've met two of 'em. Professor Elm and Professor Oak." Shifting to mimic Lucas' stance a little, it was clear that even though Gold had not outright acknowledged the information as a challenge, his body still instinctively moved to meet the conditions.
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Post by Lucas on May 1, 2009 19:44:14 GMT -5
Lucas almost felt as if he should be the one to laugh--he wasn't the one holding the string on a stick, after all. He considered what the other had said; if a fishing guru had given him the rod with the hope of catching a pokemon, then he supposed there had to be some legitimacy behind it, as long as the so-called guru wasn't joking for some ridiculous reason.
Lucas shook Gold's hand casually, allowing his arm to fall by his side afterwards. He wasn't too disappointed that Gold didn't recognize Professor Rowan's name--though he did really wish people would know more about these amazing pokemon experts, especially if they were trainers--but his face lit up when Gold mentioned who he did know. "I know of them! Professor Oak and Professor Rowan have worked together." Lucas couldn't help this tidbit from escaping his happy lips. "I've never met him, but I know plenty about him. How do you know them? Have you worked with them?" This was something Lucas knew plenty about; working with pokemon in a lab was virtually his entire life story, so if Gold was someone like him... perhaps something could come out of it. He had never easily made conversation with someone he had met outside of work (with only two exceptions). With another glance towards Gold's rod, however, Lucas continued their initial conversation. "If you're sure the fishing guru meant for you to actually catch a pokemon with it," Lucas said with a slight waver in his assurance, "then I guess so. Though I've never seen anyone catch a pokemon with something like that. Not in all of my years working at the lab." Really, Lucas hadn't watched many people fish. He had seen them doing it on his occasional walks to the shore or to the lake, but his studies mostly consisted of pokemon evolution, not pokemon capture.
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Post by Dragon on May 1, 2009 20:58:04 GMT -5
Gold seemed to grin even wider as Lucas suddenly erupted into a smile of his own. Excitement seemed to be contagious in more ways than one today, and the idea of trying out a new fishing rod on top of meeting someone friendly like Lucas was enough to have Gold focused on every word.
"Well Professor Elm, he lives in New Bark Town where I'm from and I happened to meet both of them when Professor Oak came for a visit. He gave me this," Rustling quickly into one of his shirt pockets, his entire face brightened in triumph upon pulling out a pokédex, holding it up for Lucas to see. "And Professor Elm, well, he let me hang onto my newest partner." The tone of Gold's voice completely changed at this statement into one of pride and importance, looking at Lucas with a genuine smile.
At the mention of his fishing rod again, Gold merely gave a playful snicker and took a step forward. "Working in a lab doesn't mean you know everything there is to know about catching pokémon, Lucas." For all that Gold was sometimes too impulsive or outgoing for his own good, he certainly had a way of gently explaining a bit of logic now and again with finesse. "I've never done that sorta thing, but I've lived with pokémon my whole life, so I know how they think and work together with each other. I also know how to fish. You wanna come with me and see how it's done?"
Pulling his rod up from its ground-dug perch, Gold took a step around Lucas and looked back with an inviting grin and a rosy complexion. "You just might learn something, and I'd love the company."
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Post by Lucas on May 1, 2009 21:26:34 GMT -5
Although Gold hadn't told Lucas what he wanted to hear, the reality was even more exciting. "A pokedex!" Lucas realized in a cloudy voice. It was the device that he himself had been granted the honor of carrying. "Professor Rowan gave me one of those, too." he said, though instead of pulling his own out, he returned the smile Gold gave with his next statement. He was growing on this boy quickly--he knew professors, and was apparently good enough to be given a pokedex and a pokemon. What Gold said afterwards, however, tested Lucas's own pride.
Of course he didn't know all there was about catching pokemon, but there was still the fact that he worked very closely to a prestigious Pokemon Professor, and that should be proof enough that Lucas was knowledgeable. As Gold continued past Lucas along with his fishing rod, Lucas turned to follow him. "I would like to see what kind of pokemon you would be able to catch with that rod, anyway," Lucas said; he was a little skeptical, but he was eager to see new pokemon and still held the hope that perhaps that rod would produce something of a result. It was all apart of his job. He hooked his thumbs behind the yellow straps of his backpack and followed closely after Gold, all the while glancing from his company to the Vermilion setting around them. "You said you've lived with pokemon your whole life?" This was something fascinating for Lucas--he hadn't lived with pokemon at all and had only recently received his first, and then caught his second.
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Post by Dragon on May 1, 2009 22:32:07 GMT -5
As they made their way down the dirt path towards the edge of Vermilion's city limits, Gold couldn't help but smile at his new companion. Not for any reason in particular, but he seemed to be picking up all sorts of new things today!
At the question about his living with pokémon in particular, his smile widened as Gold turned his head to look at Lucas, namesake eyes blinking brightly. "Well, I didn't live with them in the wild or anything. Back in New Bark, all the people in town used to call our house the Pokémon Mansion because we would take in whatever seemed to end up on our doorstep -- like a boarding house. I grew up with pokémon," The depth of Gold's eyes seemed to heighten and focus at this statement, "And we did everything together with Mom to keep the house running. Pretty cool, huh?"
The boy didn't seem to wait for an answer, Gold suddenly scanning across the banks of lush, grassy land running next to the wide expanse of sea unmarred now by boats and people. One spot in particular shaded by a giant tree caught his vision in particular and, smiling wide, he turned to Lucas and took his hand, pointing with the other. "Right there! C'mon, Lucas!" Tugging gently enough to not startle, Gold wasted little time at all in guiding the boy towards what was referred to by most fishermen as the fabled 'perfect spot.'
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Post by Lucas on May 1, 2009 23:15:46 GMT -5
The warm sea dazzled ahead, claiming the daylight sky's color for its own. It was a beautiful time for spotting pokemon. With only Diglett's and Turtwig's data filling his pokedex, Lucas felt as if he had a lot to accomplish. The feat ahead of him was almost overwhelming: hundreds of pokemon, and only a lifetime to capture them all..?
With this new face beside him--Gold--Lucas contemplated the notion that he might not have to do it all alone. It was his job, but there was nothing wrong with utilizing whatever help he could get. Besides, Gold had been acknowledged by other Pokemon Professors--they were bound to meet eventually, somehow, in Lucas's mind. There was something important about owning a pokedex.
There were two things about Gold that Lucas wasn't familiar with personally. One was growing up with pokemon--Lucas had only really studied pictures and written data while working for Professor Rowan, and while there was the occasional live observation, there was never any interaction from Lucas. The other difference between them was the fact that Gold had grown up with not only pokemon, but with a mom. Gold hadn't mentioned a father. Lucas wondered briefly what it would be like to see his own mother again; the fact that this was extremely possible only made his stomach drop.
It was cool. Growing up with pokemon--Gold must've known a lot about them if he had been raised with them. Lucas had learned about them completely differently, and hadn't expected a kid who thought he could catch a pokemon with a string to know a lot. Before he could voice any thought, however, a warm hand closed over his own. Lucas almost jumped at the touch, frowning and feeling the exposed hair around his ears stand up. It was only a slight surprise, as Gold's cheery exclamation somehow pulled it all together and made it feel natural. Still, interaction--it was still all apart of his job, though!--was something Lucas wasn't completely familiar with, and to be so openly welcomed made him feel a special kind of something. "Okay," Lucas wavered through a smile that wanted to be carefree, pulling himself after Gold.
Shade fell over him, cooling the otherwise warm hues of his outfit. Lucas glanced up through the leaves of the tree, half expecting pineco or burmy to be peeking down at him. With Gold--a sort of partner? Lucas... hoped?--he felt that catching pokemon might be a lot more possible. Perhaps he did have more to learn, and he would teach Gold what he could, as well! Maybe Gold didn't know the best techniques with throwing a pokeball.
After reaching the spot, Lucas surveyed the tiny mountains of blue green that writhed below, sending sprays of salt to his nose. No pokemon were visible, and it was such a large area--was it possible to catch something here with a rod like Gold's? "I wonder what kinds of pokemon are here..." Lucas speculated aloud, still gazing over the ocean. This reminded him of their previous subject, and he turned back to Gold: "What kinds of pokemon did you live with?" Lucas remained standing, feeling the cool breath of the tree on the back of his neck that wasn't wrapped in a red scarf and through the thin fabric of his black shirt.
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Post by Dragon on May 1, 2009 23:59:20 GMT -5
As they made their way through the soft grass towards the water's edge, Gold couldn't help but look back and smile warmly at the boy on the other end of his hand. Lucas' face was carrying a fresh sense of understanding along with the sort of smile that...made him want to hug the boy, even for a moment. It was mild and accepting and, well, they were going to go fishing together. Gold hadn't been fishing since he had left everything behind in New Bark Town -- the lake, the pokémon...Mom. It was a soothing feeling that crawled down the back of his spine now, and the sheer joy it brought to remember such carefree times with his childhood companions caused his fingers to squeeze almost lovingly into Lucas' willing hold.
People and pokémon -- they really weren't that different. That was what home had taught him from the very beginning. Lucas reminded him of all that, so maybe...Lucas was home? It was a comforting thought, and one Gold kept at the forefront of his mind until he gazed eagerly into the swirling blues of the water below, face lighting up in anticipation.
"Huh? Oh! All sorts of pokémon." Gold exclaimed, turning back to look at Lucas in light of another question. "Sandshrew, Lickitung, Oddish, Drowzee...whoever came our way just became part of the family." Smiling at Lucas, Gold suddenly seemed to lose himself in his own words.
...Part of the family?
...Blinking a moment, the consideration left Gold gently focusing back on Lucas before gazing back out towards the open water. "Come on -- let's find out." It was at this moment the boy realized he had been holding onto his companion's hand the entire time, cheeks slightly flushing before Gold bent down to make himself comfortable, pulling Lucas along with him before gently (and consciously) removing his grasp. Pulling the rod into both hands, Gold looked it over one last time before giving a quick flick of his wrist, casting the string and bobber several yards out into the sea. Now it was a waiting game...
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Post by Lucas on May 2, 2009 0:38:08 GMT -5
Staring out over the water, Lucas had almost forgotten about the fact that his hand was currently occupied with Gold's. Almost. How could he honestly forget that another boy was holding his hand, almost endearingly? Somehow, the windswept sea had overcome any nervous notions, and the forgiving branches laying shade over Gold's perfect spot had pacified Lucas's usual social unease.
Lucas turned quickly to look at Gold, though his blue eyes found it almost impossible to meet those amiable gold ones. "Wow..." Lucas muttered softly, picturing each pokemon in his head as Gold named them off. Such diversity, showing up right on Gold's doorstep... it was an amazing thought. Gold must have lived in some extremely rural area, full of pokemon. The town that Lucas had grown up in for most of his life had been surrounded by mainly small pokemon too timid to seek out any human companionship.
"Okay!" Lucas replied eagerly as Gold pulled him down beside him. If Gold was alright with this holding-hands thing, then he supposed he was as well, even if he blushed just as the other did--after all, he had never really worked with anyone besides Professor Rowan. And... holding hands wasn't an issue there. At all. Once his hand was released, Lucas felt a cool tickle in his palm before crossing his legs and leaning forward to watch the water. Glancing at Gold's fishing rod once again, Lucas still wasn't sure about letting his hopes exist at all for catching a pokemon. Still, he kept his thoughts to himself and decided to wait until Gold proved it one way or the other. "You have pokeballs, right? If you don't, I have four, and I don't mind lending you any. I can even show you how to catch it." Lucas's natural, helpful instincts set in as he contemplated what exactly Gold would need should they actually encounter a pokemon.
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Post by Dragon on May 2, 2009 1:16:37 GMT -5
The line set and his backpack gently set aside, Gold found himself reverting into a very natural habit, assuming what he considered a 'casual fishing stance.' Pressing his legs together, the long end of the fishing rod was set into the newly created groove as the majority of his body weight was leaned back onto his elbows and the trunk of that large, shady tree. Neck arched forward lazily as his fingers curled around the rod, the boy appearing to be completely at peace (for once).
A dreamy sort of hue had glazed over his namesake eyes before Lucas was pulling Gold back into reality, face angled towards his companion without lifting a finger to do so. The speech seemed to bring an almost sheepish grin to Gold's face, cheeks reddening without really meaning to do so. "You know it's funny, but I've never caught a pokémon before. Between the ones back home and the pokémon Professor Elm gave me, well, there's never been any need. I mean, I have a few poké balls in my pack just in case. You must think all this is kinda-mmph!
A sudden jolt at his wrist caught Gold before he could finish the thought, eyes immediately glazed on the point where string touched water. Leaning up and forward, palms carefully cocked back on the rod [oh my God, the mental images] a few times to lead the line in. Biting his lower lip in anticipation, Gold only took a moment to let loose his excitement in the only way that her knew how.
"Lucas! We got something!" One more quick pull should do it...!
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Post by Lucas on May 2, 2009 1:38:38 GMT -5
It had appeared rather alluring. So, she was a little young. So what? Whatever that was hovering in front of her, she had decided to swim right for it before anything else got to it. Snagging her tail around it and yanking as hard as she could, Horsea fought for... whatever it was! "Seeeeea!"With a splash of light, the little horsea found herself suddenly hit with dry air and sun. Whatever she had decided to loop her tail around had yanked her out of the water. She squinted her eyes tightly shut, unwilling to face whatever it was and only tightening her grip on the whatever-it-was. Her long, blue nose scrunched up and she fluttered her yellow back fin in her confusion.
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