Foreshadows of Hoenn [IC]
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March 17th, 2013 (3:01 PM). Edited March 17th, 2013 by Jönne.
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" The innkeep
looked up at him
, as he
pushed past t
claws screeching against the wooden f
I'm sorry, we don't quite serve at this hour
." The Chansey
mustered the nerve to
not look away when he locked his deep blue eyes with her
y, what's wrong with this hour?" his rough,
raspy voice made her cringe
"War is coming--"
He let out a
that sounded like claws
chalk blackboard. "
All the bloody world knows that. Ale, I said
reached for the pouch hanging from the black bel
t across his chest
, then snapped it and tossed it
in front of her feet. The coins inside
a sound so sweet th
uaded the innkeep to grab for it and
begone somewhere to the kitchen.
The gold he gave her was enough to buy ale for t
he rest of th
, but he
regretted nothing. Counting coins wasn't his hobby.
blocking the door entirely,
slightly leaning forward so
his head wouldn't bump into the ceiling
two swords w
he floor as
the belt they had been hung from had
lowered on his
He waited. The Chansey returned with a skin
of ale, he smelled it and grinned
, revealing his sharp teeth.
Do you require anything..."
"Further? No, I thought yo
u'd be running away
. War's coming," he reminded her. The empty inn was the proo
He took a step toward her, extending his
to reach for the ale. Glancing at
dark bandages around it, she winced
, but she handed him over the bottle
. He po
pped it open,
brought it on his mouth and left the
out a word.
Giving all his money for a skin of ale was someth
ing he longed to do.
He had little use of
Might as well spent it on ale.
He loved ale.
One of his favorite pleasures
, the sweet draught slidin
g down his throat
. Warring while
being drunk was something he would give all the go
ld he carried for. His accountant back in hi
s house would
pull his hair
out, if he had any left
, he was that bad a
t keeping gold.
amidst the road, his
eyes locked on a pair of Pokemon
The skin of ale hung from his belt, empty
, as he stared
the leader of the Caelurus Tribe
"... I want many things, Tray," the Aggron was saying. "For example, I want Groudon to come to our help in this time of need. But I sure as hell DO NOT need a meeting with that other tribe!"
"Adam, we need to solve this. We cannot survive another war after that one last time. We need to discuss this as a species, the humans won't be looking at us as Caerulus or Ruber Tribe members when they massacre us." The Blaziken named Tray had a point, though Lordus wasn't quite into the idea of discussing. Ruber Tribe was known to be full of Pokemon with water instead of brains, though there were a few exceptions... he had a friend once. Once.
"No! I refuse to take any help from those non believers." The Haxorus barked laughter.
Best join the humans, I'd say to myself. Bugger these gods the Tribes speak of, and bugger their damned hides as well.
"Listen, Adam, we have to do this. Even if you don't responsibility I can take ove-"
"Never! This is my tribe! I formed it, and I led it through the Great War! I absolutely refuse to-"
"Adam, shut up. If the crowd didn't believe in you, I would have struck you down, right here, right now. The message has been sent and you will attend this meeting, along with some members of the tribe."
Lordus would raise both his eyebrows, if he had any.
Bold one, this Tray. Likely to get himself killed with that tongue on this meeting he speaks of, before the war even starts.
He took his eyes off the Blaziken to a familar, slender form of a Dragonair. His face shook in a brimming half-smile as he stared at her approaching.
Here comes the beauty.
Aurora kept her distance, he noted, a quite cold move of hers, it would seem at first sight, but he minded none.
So I see things are going to become serious. There are a lot of rumors going around town right now about the war and the Ruber Tribe. I just saw Adam in a dispute with Tray on the volcano’s peek. Do you know exactly what is going on?
"I can answer that for you."
iken interrupted them
, "And that answer is, nothing. Nothing is wrong."
Lordus let out a lon
g sight, clenching his teeth and looking away from
, on the ground, thinking
all the while. "No
thing is wrong," he said finally, then let out a raspy laugh that reeked of mock. "
'd give me a leave for a guess, I'd let my nose
The thing smells like
****, if you ask my nose."
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