OOC:
Ah, 'tis okay, Naoko-chan.. Yeah, we do tend to go fast most of the time. XD
It would've been cool if you continued, but.. eh, no worries.
On another note my sore stomach went away. ^.^ Thankies for all the good wishes, I'm sure that's what did it. :3
Of course, because of that I had to go to school, and today just happened to be a field trip day. Today we went to a fishpond. Every time we go to a fishpond I slip on a rock and scrape my knee, though.. >.<
IC:
Oliver narrowed his eyes slightly as Yikari went into an explanation of what he had meant, keeping his arms folded the entire time. Akane-kun? Oliver had no idea what that meant, but decided to go along with it since the guy seemed to be pouring his heart and soul into this.. 'apology'. Actually, he seemed to pour his heart and soul into everything he said. Weirdo. Had this guy ever considered Drama Club?
Oliver had calmed down considerably, however, once Yikari was finished. He was about to reply with a considerable amount of regained control, when he heard the sound of someone being shoved coming from behind him.
Within moments a random guy had appeared near Oliver's feet, startling said Oliver and sending him a few steps to the side, seeing as how the red-head hadn't been prepared for this in any way. However, before Oliver could shout anything rude (especially since the guy had just called him 'kiddie'), the dude quickly got to his feet and began introducing himself with gusto, around the time that his Pokemon, a Sudowoodo and a Feebas, arrived behind him.
"Ernis? Whatever. Watch your step." Oliver muttered, his arms still folded. The red-head quickly lost interest in the new arrival, turning back towards Yikari. "And you're forgiven, by the way. But just for the record, my name is Oliver. Now you don't have to give me silly nicknames." He concluded. At least that got multiple introductions out of the way, since there was a whole group gathered 'round now. He hoped they all had the sense to listen so he wouldn't have to repeat himself.
Piro narrowed his eyes (not that anyone could see it through those shades), now that all these people had arrived. They were affecting his line of sight, how dare they! Now it would be considerably difficult to spot danger before it arrived. Wait! What if these people were danger! What was he to do!? Quick! Think of something pretty!
While Piro was twitching for some reason, Akeru's eyes brightened a great deal. Funny people galore! Especially those Buu and Chue people. That Vaporeon was funny, too. Not to mention that Spoink! Hey, he was surrounded by funny people! And they all had the coolest names! Or at least the ones that had introduced themselves.
Wait, the funny Houndoom had just introduced himself, too! He was still cranky, yes (although why anyone so cranky could be so funny was beyond the little Houndour), that much was true. But that didn't mean it couldn't be fixed. And besides..
He knew where the twigs were!
{Hiro!} Akeru repeated, turning towards the Houndoom, once he had gotten past his thoughts. {Hiro is funny! He wants to know my name, yes? It's Akeru!} The Houndour exclaimed, a huge grin plastered on his face at this point.
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The Captain's cabin was indeed very quaint, and hardly furnished, which matched the theme of the ocean liner itself. Okay, so the boat was actually very big, but still, it wasn't furnished that much at all.
In one corner, where the man with the big hat now sat, was an ordinary, rectangular wooden desk, which was cluttered with navigation intstruments and maps of various oceans, not to mention several books that were probably logs of the ship's voyages. There was also some sort of wireless microphone on the desk, which was currently being handled and tapped by the man with the large, important-looking hat. Since no sound came forth from any speakers, one could assume that the microphone was not working properly.
On the end of the room opposite from the desk was a small bed and nightstand. It was probably the best the Captain could afford, but still nothing to brag about. Either that or he was just a cheapskate.
The only other piece of furniture in the entire room was a painting currently hanging on the wall, which depicted a stormy night at sea. There was a ship in the middle of the fantasized typhoon, a stereotyped pirate ship that barely seemed afloat, refusing to sink beneath the raging waters. Lightning flashed across the painting's skies, adding to the painting's ability to somehow draw in viewers.
"Test! Test 1-2!" The man in the corner exclaimed, earning no response from the microphone. Aside from the man's very large hat, which covered up whatever hair he had, the guy was dressed rather.. casually, in a simple white polo shirt, and long white pants that went down to polished white shoes.
"YOU WILL WORK!" The man shouted, grabbing the microphone and pounding the poor device into his desk, denting the piece of furniture quite effectively before lifting the microphone back up to his mouth.
"Test 1-2?" The man said again, grinning broadly when he realized that the microphone was now working perfectly (who'd want to risk getting pounded into a desk a second time?). Speakers that were placed around the ship would carry his message all throughout the ship. It was so fun making big announcements, heehee.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen! This is your captain speaking! After realizing that I had left my compass in my cabin, I of course went to get it and decided to check up on our progress from here instead of waiting until I walked all the way back up to the control room (okay, so it isn't really called that, but I like to. And I can because I'm the captain). In result, I have come to the conclusion that we are very much ahead of schedule! I do believe that we shall be arriving in Meridian Town within the next two hours! Maybe even one and a half if these marvelous winds keep up! Thank the map, everyone! Give it a mental hug! Okay, that is all. Yay for being ahead of schedule!" The captain concluded, placing the microphone back on the desk.
Apparently, he was very cheerful when the microphone was listening to him.
"Now, to get back to the control room!" The captain exclaimed to himself, standing up from his desk and soon stepping away from it. As soon as he turned around, he actually noticed Kiro standing there.
"Hey! What are ye doing here!?" The captain exclaimed, pointing at Kiro and Kindle. "Do not attempt escape! Speak, intruder, speak!"
Too bad his naturally cheerful voice wasn't very threatening.
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Oliver looked up as the captain's annoncement thundered across the deck, courtesy of two rather large speakers fixed to the nearest ceiling, which the Trainer had not noticed before. The amount of irritation and all-around anger in his expression began to decrease slightly, once the captain's long speech had ended. He unfolded his arms, close to actually smiling for the day, even after the irritating events that had happened earlier.
"Ah, great news. Perhaps this day is finally turning for the better." Oliver commented, failing to notice Piro's twitching.
