Legend
Kingslayer
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- 17
- Years
- Age 34
- New Jersey
- Seen Jun 23, 2018
Bidding farewell to the balding man whose name was Ron Fry, Raizel prepared Dragonite for the flight. The benevolent and wise dragon was slightly larger than a typical Dragonite due the growth that Raizel was able to promote. Good nutrition, solid training and lots of respect and love can do it in any living creature. Dragonite was eager to fly away from the sights and sounds of the very "inviting" Vermillion City. Of course as eager as his dragon wanted to go, Raizel had no idea of the geography of Kanto. He knew where Mt. Silver, Indigo Plateau and Saffron City were since they were all connected Johto one way or another. After hoisting himself onto Dragonite, Raizel turned to the helpful Ron. "Um....which was in Pallet Town?"
Ron released a powerful laughter as expected from a middle-aged man of his age. He grappled a large bag from the ground as if he was about to ditch the confused and more importantly lost Raizel. "See the large bay out there. Head that way, crossing the bay," he began pointing the southwest, "Pallet Town is a fair distance past the large bridge which we called the bike path here in Vermillion. If that doesn't help, go find the lone island of Cinnabar and head north. Pallet is fairly small so I'd fly pretty low so you don't miss it and end up in Johto by mistake, but from what I hear that place is probably safer. Not so many disasters, at least not yet." The final words worried Raizel but not as much as one would expect. He had family there, however it was a family he ran away from since they did not respect who he really is. His mother and father were rarely home due to their radio-based jobs. Mother was constantly being DJ or training up and comers hoping to foster growth and development. Father was a lovely member of the board of directors and eventually a CEO so meetings and travel consumed the basic fiber of his being. Grandmother was the only family member home and being fascist the ideals of a free nation were destroyed and replaced with strict rules and high society goals. He began to question why he was worried in the first place and memories flashed before his eyes before the words "Hey, woohoo?" snapped him out of it. A small yelp escaped his lips and looked down to see Ron staring at him. "You okay son?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me," Raizel responded with some insecurity in his voice. He had to refocus and remember Ron's generous directions. "Cross the bay, basically and head east right? That should get me to Pallet Town without any major problems. I won't get eaten by some monsters or something like that?"
"No....you should be fine. Just avoid the weather," Ron said trying to be funny.
"Save the advice for yourself. You'll need it more than me." Raizel brought his attention to Dragonite gripping the neck and preparing for the more than likely rough flight ahead. "Let's go, fly fast!" Dragonite instantly obeyed, lifting himself from the ground with the laughable wings that his species had be granted and launching into the air like a rocket almost breaking the sound barrier or at least it seemed like it. Ron was launched back by the gusts of wind released by Dragonite's powerful lift-off but he soon brushed himself off and left mingling with the rest of the crowd, heading west.
Meanwhile, Raizel crossed the bay with great haste. The duo blasted through the storms and blistering winds like a juggernaut ramming through walls. The waters became more and more violent as they headed south, signaling a storm was brewing somewhere, likely heading for Vermillion. Seems the chaos was justified, Raizel thought. The mighty storms were beaten by Dragonite's ability to blast through them with only one scare.
Mid-flight, a lightening bolt shocked Dragonite, in the literal sense. Raizel was lucky enough to not be shocked only with his awareness and luck worked in his favor. Jumping off, Raizel was caught in the heart of a storm, free falling to his eventual doom. Calming himself down, Raizel had two options: 1. Summon Kingdra and hope he will catch him or 2. Beg to the those above for Dragonite to collect himself and keep Raizel from having a date with torrential waters. After a few moments, Raizel was about to smash in the water and his terrible common sense said Plan 2 was better. However, Lady Luck was on his side and Dragonite caught his favored master with his strong jaw and the final strech of the journey Raizel had to stare at the frightening waters instead of the ominous storm clouds.
Pallet Town was the opposite of Vermillion in terms of his entrance. Quiet, abandoned, desolate. It was as if he an entered a graveyard subtracting zombies from the equation of course. Within the small village, there was one site of activity much to Raizel's surprise. It was a more up-to-date- structure than the others and based on its size it has been expanded several times to accommodate for improvements and needed upgrades. Raizel made the choice to enter the structure and it seemed he walked into Vermillion once again. Just this one was much smaller. And more cramped. And flat out more annoying. An army of nerds stormed the place in a mass hysteria dashing from one piece of equipment to another. It was miracle no one had died yet. Machines were grinding and nerds were practically shoving their fists into each others faces. One person had enough self-control to remain calm and sit down. The man was about Raizel's age, possibly older with his facial hair and great height. He had less mass than Raizel but clearly enough durability considering he was blasting music into the inner core of his ears. Raizel yanked the headphone out his ears in a bold attempt to get the man's attention.
"Give me an update about what's going on. Now."
Ron released a powerful laughter as expected from a middle-aged man of his age. He grappled a large bag from the ground as if he was about to ditch the confused and more importantly lost Raizel. "See the large bay out there. Head that way, crossing the bay," he began pointing the southwest, "Pallet Town is a fair distance past the large bridge which we called the bike path here in Vermillion. If that doesn't help, go find the lone island of Cinnabar and head north. Pallet is fairly small so I'd fly pretty low so you don't miss it and end up in Johto by mistake, but from what I hear that place is probably safer. Not so many disasters, at least not yet." The final words worried Raizel but not as much as one would expect. He had family there, however it was a family he ran away from since they did not respect who he really is. His mother and father were rarely home due to their radio-based jobs. Mother was constantly being DJ or training up and comers hoping to foster growth and development. Father was a lovely member of the board of directors and eventually a CEO so meetings and travel consumed the basic fiber of his being. Grandmother was the only family member home and being fascist the ideals of a free nation were destroyed and replaced with strict rules and high society goals. He began to question why he was worried in the first place and memories flashed before his eyes before the words "Hey, woohoo?" snapped him out of it. A small yelp escaped his lips and looked down to see Ron staring at him. "You okay son?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me," Raizel responded with some insecurity in his voice. He had to refocus and remember Ron's generous directions. "Cross the bay, basically and head east right? That should get me to Pallet Town without any major problems. I won't get eaten by some monsters or something like that?"
"No....you should be fine. Just avoid the weather," Ron said trying to be funny.
"Save the advice for yourself. You'll need it more than me." Raizel brought his attention to Dragonite gripping the neck and preparing for the more than likely rough flight ahead. "Let's go, fly fast!" Dragonite instantly obeyed, lifting himself from the ground with the laughable wings that his species had be granted and launching into the air like a rocket almost breaking the sound barrier or at least it seemed like it. Ron was launched back by the gusts of wind released by Dragonite's powerful lift-off but he soon brushed himself off and left mingling with the rest of the crowd, heading west.
Meanwhile, Raizel crossed the bay with great haste. The duo blasted through the storms and blistering winds like a juggernaut ramming through walls. The waters became more and more violent as they headed south, signaling a storm was brewing somewhere, likely heading for Vermillion. Seems the chaos was justified, Raizel thought. The mighty storms were beaten by Dragonite's ability to blast through them with only one scare.
Mid-flight, a lightening bolt shocked Dragonite, in the literal sense. Raizel was lucky enough to not be shocked only with his awareness and luck worked in his favor. Jumping off, Raizel was caught in the heart of a storm, free falling to his eventual doom. Calming himself down, Raizel had two options: 1. Summon Kingdra and hope he will catch him or 2. Beg to the those above for Dragonite to collect himself and keep Raizel from having a date with torrential waters. After a few moments, Raizel was about to smash in the water and his terrible common sense said Plan 2 was better. However, Lady Luck was on his side and Dragonite caught his favored master with his strong jaw and the final strech of the journey Raizel had to stare at the frightening waters instead of the ominous storm clouds.
Pallet Town was the opposite of Vermillion in terms of his entrance. Quiet, abandoned, desolate. It was as if he an entered a graveyard subtracting zombies from the equation of course. Within the small village, there was one site of activity much to Raizel's surprise. It was a more up-to-date- structure than the others and based on its size it has been expanded several times to accommodate for improvements and needed upgrades. Raizel made the choice to enter the structure and it seemed he walked into Vermillion once again. Just this one was much smaller. And more cramped. And flat out more annoying. An army of nerds stormed the place in a mass hysteria dashing from one piece of equipment to another. It was miracle no one had died yet. Machines were grinding and nerds were practically shoving their fists into each others faces. One person had enough self-control to remain calm and sit down. The man was about Raizel's age, possibly older with his facial hair and great height. He had less mass than Raizel but clearly enough durability considering he was blasting music into the inner core of his ears. Raizel yanked the headphone out his ears in a bold attempt to get the man's attention.
"Give me an update about what's going on. Now."