Post by ßukowski on Mar 4, 2012 19:02:07 GMT
[/b] Long post is loooonnnggg. Don't
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It had been no longer than half an hour before the arches of Verda Bridge, once but graceful slate streaks leaping upon the clear afternoon horizon, were near enough that Milo could catch the distant glimmer of their fine metal. A beacon, they offered direction and satisfaction for the undying hunger of a newborn trainer. Though, along the well-traveled path, his pace remained leisurely. His posture was comfortably slouched with one hand in his pocket and the other hanging loose idly toying with the spherical device bestowed upon him by the lab aide Farah. It was void of the mighty prehistoric creature he'd chosen, of course, as it had been immediately after he left the place; Milo didn't waste but a minute in freeing the Tropius.
To some extent, it was uncanny growing use to a looming prehistoric beast tromping to his left and comprehending the fact that she was apparently loyal to him. Yet, he very much liked her. Her utilization of surfer slang was endlessly endearing, and at some point in that thirty minutes he'd discovered her penchant for not just water, but more specifically beaches - it was then their companionship was doubtlessly secured. Indeed, there was no regret in his choice of a first Pokémon. The Omastar-like lad silently observed her from the cool shadow of her wings, which were splayed outwards to catch the last lazy rays of day - it was nearly 5 o' clock.
Granted, Milo's fondness didn't guard the dinosaur from his assortment of puckish workings. "You smell like bananas.[/color]" He said, a disdainful inflection to his tone and visage, scrunching his weirdly handsome face up at Pacific.
<"Brah, you smell like a Tro-Tropius."> She retorted in her chill manner, her limber neck momentarily curving down and leveling with Milo's face. Perhaps for the best, the actual insult was lost to Pokemorph's slowly amounting ability to understand his comrade - occasional words simply didn't translate. He didn't ask her to repeat herself, however. Rather, the scornful facade was discarded and he playfully grinned, then just allowed his happiness, his serene contentment with the moment, to rest softly on his features as he heeded their relative closeness the bridge.
"Hey, maybe I actually like bananas." He added, but then rapidly changed subject. "Seems we're about here though, lets go." He briskly adjusted the straps of his bag on his shoulders in preparation for mischief that caused his tiny blue feelers to wiggle with excitement. Much to the Tropius' surprise, her trainer was suddenly sprinting ahead of her, cavorting and laughing and jubilantly calling her name without looking back.
"Pacific, c'mon! Run! The ocean awaits!"
So the Tropius obliged. Heavy, thundering footsteps rapidly approached from behind the male, proving swifter than he. He soon found himself being helplessly lifted by the back of his lavender tunic by a maw of dull herbivorous teeth and the landscape blurred as he was swung around then gingerly deposited on Pacific's back, thoroughly disorientated. <"Gotta go fast, lil man."> She teased. Although, at no point did the dinosaur slow; her hasten continued all the way to the start of the trainer's walkway, where she slowed to a casual, albeit sweeping stride.
Finally, Milo found himself able to regain composure and promptly collect himself into a criss-cross sitting position facing forward. From his comfortable perch upon his friend's back, he scrutinized the finely manicured stretch and hypothesized the great amounts of money that had to of gone into it - the lush gardening, the magnificent stark white pillars. Nevertheless, what truly drew the duo was the vast shimmering navy expanse on either side of them. Pacific eyed a place by the railing where she wouldn't crush the delicate shrubbery and made her way over, the boy excitedly sliding off of her to lean over the barrier.
A salty spray misted his smiling face, while the Tropius joyously refreshed herself by effortlessly dipping her head into the surf. He regarded her rather enviously, released a deep huff, and rested his elbows on the railing. The ocean was just lovely.
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