Kogenta
Lost Realist
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- Years
- Away from the Sun
- Seen Apr 2, 2012
[OOC: Er, I was unsure as to who the last question was directed toward. ^-^;;]
"Call it curiosity," Kaika answered, his smile returning to its previous, amused state. "And, a chance to get out of the rain." The trainer briefly paused, allowing Charon to climb onto Dragonair if she so desired. Then, turning toward his Pokemon, Kaika leaned forward and whispered in its ear, "Take us to Pallet Town."
Raising its head, the sapphire dragon suddenly rose into the air, carrying its riders above the forest canopy. Glancing back at Leanardo, a laugh briefly passed through Kaika's eyes. You've certainly changed, old friend. At least you're better with the ladies now, though you've always been more of a gentleman than me. All signs of laughter faded from Kaika's features as he turned his gaze forward and stared silently across the rainswept land, allowing the wind the strike his features and cast the rain about his face. Still, though . . . I would have liked to have met you at a better time--a time more peaceful. But, I suppose . . . Such is our fate to meet up like this time and time again, ne?
"Call it curiosity," Kaika answered, his smile returning to its previous, amused state. "And, a chance to get out of the rain." The trainer briefly paused, allowing Charon to climb onto Dragonair if she so desired. Then, turning toward his Pokemon, Kaika leaned forward and whispered in its ear, "Take us to Pallet Town."
Raising its head, the sapphire dragon suddenly rose into the air, carrying its riders above the forest canopy. Glancing back at Leanardo, a laugh briefly passed through Kaika's eyes. You've certainly changed, old friend. At least you're better with the ladies now, though you've always been more of a gentleman than me. All signs of laughter faded from Kaika's features as he turned his gaze forward and stared silently across the rainswept land, allowing the wind the strike his features and cast the rain about his face. Still, though . . . I would have liked to have met you at a better time--a time more peaceful. But, I suppose . . . Such is our fate to meet up like this time and time again, ne?