Lusankya
The cake is a pie!
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- Don't look behind you...
- Seen Apr 8, 2010
(OOC: That's okay, but next time you could try to find a way to do it where you don't totally mess up the order of what I was trying to do. ^^; I'll find a way through it...)
Michael was rather astonished when the Lucario responded in his own language. Pokemon that could speak English were rare in the world, not least because the vocal cords of most Pokemon weren't anywhere near suited for the production of the subtle nuances of speech that so characterized human language. Then again, maybe we're not so subtle after all, Michael thought. If Pokemon could understand each other simply by saying the same few syllables over and over again, then there had to be some kind of hidden code, or something.
Michael introduced himself to the Lucario. While the other two Pokemon did so as well, Michael looked around for the source of the rumbling. It was continueing without increasing or decreasing in volume or intensity, and it didn't seem to be coming from any particular direction. Maybe Michael couldn't see far enough?
"I'm going to climb a tree," he told the other three being, and grabbed a nearby sturdy-looking tree branch. Swinging his feet into contact with the trunk, he scrambled up the tree as best he could. When he reached the top, he was panting heavily. He was definitely not in top physical condition, nor an exemplerary example of an athlete.
From his position above the treetops, it became obvious where the rumbling was coming from. Clouds were covering the snow-white dome.
Michael looked around and marveled at what he saw. They had to be in a building, for there was no other explanation for a domed sky. Yet it was impossible for any building to be this large. He could see to the horizon, as though this were a world, not a construct.
And not too far from the horizon, was a mountain, belching smoke and flame. It was the source for those "clouds" that were darkening the sky, and no doubt the source of the rumbling as well. Michael knew what it was. A volcano. Indoors. The sheer ridiculousness of it caused him to shake his head. This was beyond any trick of technology he could possibly imagine.
But it was dangerous, and he knew that. The mountain was already blooming with smoke and lava. It could blow, really blow, any second.
Michael hopped down out of the tree as fast as he could, without hurting himself. His hands stung from grabbing the bark of the tree. "Guys, I think we ought to move. Fast. There's a volcano, and I reckon it's going to blow."
Michael was rather astonished when the Lucario responded in his own language. Pokemon that could speak English were rare in the world, not least because the vocal cords of most Pokemon weren't anywhere near suited for the production of the subtle nuances of speech that so characterized human language. Then again, maybe we're not so subtle after all, Michael thought. If Pokemon could understand each other simply by saying the same few syllables over and over again, then there had to be some kind of hidden code, or something.
Michael introduced himself to the Lucario. While the other two Pokemon did so as well, Michael looked around for the source of the rumbling. It was continueing without increasing or decreasing in volume or intensity, and it didn't seem to be coming from any particular direction. Maybe Michael couldn't see far enough?
"I'm going to climb a tree," he told the other three being, and grabbed a nearby sturdy-looking tree branch. Swinging his feet into contact with the trunk, he scrambled up the tree as best he could. When he reached the top, he was panting heavily. He was definitely not in top physical condition, nor an exemplerary example of an athlete.
From his position above the treetops, it became obvious where the rumbling was coming from. Clouds were covering the snow-white dome.
Michael looked around and marveled at what he saw. They had to be in a building, for there was no other explanation for a domed sky. Yet it was impossible for any building to be this large. He could see to the horizon, as though this were a world, not a construct.
And not too far from the horizon, was a mountain, belching smoke and flame. It was the source for those "clouds" that were darkening the sky, and no doubt the source of the rumbling as well. Michael knew what it was. A volcano. Indoors. The sheer ridiculousness of it caused him to shake his head. This was beyond any trick of technology he could possibly imagine.
But it was dangerous, and he knew that. The mountain was already blooming with smoke and lava. It could blow, really blow, any second.
Michael hopped down out of the tree as fast as he could, without hurting himself. His hands stung from grabbing the bark of the tree. "Guys, I think we ought to move. Fast. There's a volcano, and I reckon it's going to blow."