Post by breloom on May 1, 2009 15:37:41 GMT -5
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Excuse the shortness, but I am now going to relocate Grunt and Lance. Again.
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Backing away from Cynthia, Lance directed his notice over to the man who was cursing a while before. Relieved to get attention away from the rambling woman who seemed to have multiple personality disorder when exposed to sand, he smiled at the boy before returning to Dragonite and Grunt with a lovely thought that had recently entered his head.
“I think we can go stick around the harbor now! The boat should be coming soon!” he said cheerily to the nineteen-year-old tagalong once the rest of the group was out of earshot.
“What boa- oh. Oh, right. That boat.” In all this, shall we say, excitement, Grunt had forgotten completely about the reason they had decided to stop in this town in the first place. Coughing, he stared down at Dragonite, who was still out cold. After glancing at Lance, who had quickly followed his gaze, grunt stared dumbly at the Pokemon before doing the most civilized and polite wake-up he could think of.
Grunt kicked it.
This roused Dragonite; it got up with a stretch and blinked lazily at Grunt. It, apparently, didn’t realize that the man had kicked it a few seconds previously – in fact, it didn’t seem to be hurt by the kick at all. Lance merely smiled and returned Dragonite a few seconds later, leaving Grunt to be bathed in the red glow of the Pokeball.
“Right…” he said a few seconds later. “So, I guess we should get going to the harbor if you wanna go that bad?”
“Yeah.” Lance smiled. “Let’s go!” And with that, he turned on his heel and walked (scratch that – strutted) off of the beach, cape flapping in his wake. Now wiser to the incredible powers of the cape he wore, Grunt ran to catch up with him and fell into pace alongside. With a sigh of relief, he found that this saved him from being whacked in the face with Lance’s cape.
But Lance was walking really fast.
Excuse the shortness, but I am now going to relocate Grunt and Lance. Again.
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Backing away from Cynthia, Lance directed his notice over to the man who was cursing a while before. Relieved to get attention away from the rambling woman who seemed to have multiple personality disorder when exposed to sand, he smiled at the boy before returning to Dragonite and Grunt with a lovely thought that had recently entered his head.
“I think we can go stick around the harbor now! The boat should be coming soon!” he said cheerily to the nineteen-year-old tagalong once the rest of the group was out of earshot.
“What boa- oh. Oh, right. That boat.” In all this, shall we say, excitement, Grunt had forgotten completely about the reason they had decided to stop in this town in the first place. Coughing, he stared down at Dragonite, who was still out cold. After glancing at Lance, who had quickly followed his gaze, grunt stared dumbly at the Pokemon before doing the most civilized and polite wake-up he could think of.
Grunt kicked it.
This roused Dragonite; it got up with a stretch and blinked lazily at Grunt. It, apparently, didn’t realize that the man had kicked it a few seconds previously – in fact, it didn’t seem to be hurt by the kick at all. Lance merely smiled and returned Dragonite a few seconds later, leaving Grunt to be bathed in the red glow of the Pokeball.
“Right…” he said a few seconds later. “So, I guess we should get going to the harbor if you wanna go that bad?”
“Yeah.” Lance smiled. “Let’s go!” And with that, he turned on his heel and walked (scratch that – strutted) off of the beach, cape flapping in his wake. Now wiser to the incredible powers of the cape he wore, Grunt ran to catch up with him and fell into pace alongside. With a sigh of relief, he found that this saved him from being whacked in the face with Lance’s cape.
But Lance was walking really fast.