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 Save The Wailmer! [m [possibly], Tag: Sidney Harper / Outside Petalburg
"I can see with more than just my eyes."
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Renkindle
Oct 24 2017, 02:41 AM


I Can Hear Your Heartbeat
"Ah, this is so nice," Christopher spoke loudly to all his pokemon, stretching his arms as he took joy on sunbathing. It was a shame that he had forgotten to bring swim trunks, but it was nothing that boxer briefs couldn't fix, especially when they were that brand new kind of black boxer briefs that were just being worn for the first time. Sure, it accented certain body parts, but they were the perfect fit, and allowed him to not ruin his 'adventure' clothes. The only response he could hear was from his darling Oddish, Blue. The pokemon had sighed in relief as he could see the extremely short pokemon glistening in the sun.

Sage sat tentatively next to Blue, while Afghan remained extremely close by as well. He slightly opened his eyes, keeping a close eye on Diesel and Trinity while the two played together close to the water. He wasn't even completely sure what had possessed him to bring along the cute, pink Pokemon with him. She was still young, and extremely inexperienced. Though, Christopher was determined to help out the pink ball of fur. "Sage,you can go play too, just be careful," Chris spoke to his Quilava who looked over, the look of excitement clear on her face. The fire type ran over quickly to take part in the fun with the Koffing and Jigglypuff.

Everything seemed to be calm, other than the sounds of 3 pokemon playing on the beach and some sudden splashing a little bit out on the ocean. It was enough for Afghan, his rather serious pokemon made a few noises. "What is it?" Chris ask, as he began to sit up and opened his eyes all the way. He could spot something a little sketchy going on, with a bunch of Tentacool and Tentacruel moving in a mob like formation following a Swellow in the air. "Diesel, come here real quick!" Christopher shouted at the levitating poison type. The Koffing huffed as he made it's way over to Christopher. "What's that look like to you?" He asked as the pokemon rolled it's eyes.

And that was when he spotted the boats closing in, entering the large circle of Tentacool and Tentacruel. "Sage! Trinity! Come here!" Christopher shouted as he stood up quickly, keeping an eye on the boats. The two pokemon rushed over as they were called. "Sage, Afghan I'm going to get you in your balls and bring you. Alright?" Christopher spoke as he returned the 2 pokemon into their pokeballs, and spotted a boat hanging out on the water's edge, not currently being used. "Trinity, Diesel, Blue come with me now. Quick!" Chris spoke, as he began to doubt keeping the Jigglypuff for hopefully not a quick mission.

They quickly loaded the boat, and started the engine. "I'M SORRY. I'LL BRING IT BACK!" Christopher shouted as they took off in the direction of the boats and pokemon. The closer they got, the more obvious that something extremely fishy was going on. "Diesel, Blue, Trinity, get ready," Christopher spoke as the severity of the situation grew. "Fuck, they're catching Wailmer's," he spoke to himself as a few tentacool began to approach the boat. "Blue, Petal Dance!" Christopher commanded, as he he looked at Diesel. "Diesel, get in the middle and use smog! Cover up the water!" He gave another command as the two pokemon were going to do their respective duties.

"Trinity, keep close. If they get past Blue, it's up to you," He spoke, trying to give the Pink pokemon a little bit of trust. Blue whipped leaves from the top of it's head, attacking the tentacool approaching. It only seemed to just barely damage them. "Fucking great," Chris muttered, as Trinity began to make an angry face. Meanwhile, Koffing had made it to the center of the ring, and released a thick, awful smelling smog. "Good job Diesel!" Christopher shouted, and as the pokemon began to head back towards it's trainer, he spotted the Swellow flying incredibly quick towards the floating poison type.

"Diesel! Watch out!" Christopher shouted, as the pokemon turned just in time to be hit directly by the bird pokemon. Just as it began to fall towards the water, Christopher jumped out, catching the pokemon. "You alright buddy?" The pokemon responded with a rather angry huff and free itself from Chris's arms. "Go get 'em," He spoke as he moved himself closer to the boat. He could see a few more tentacool trying to get on the boat, and the Tentacruel were moving in closer. But, Trinity and Blue seemed to be doing just decently against the water/poison types. He had kinda wished he had a water pokemon, or at least even be on land.

He began to climb on the boat, trying to keep from knocking the boat over, and from trying to prevent messing up Blue and Trinity's rhythms. "Trinity, use Hyper Voice just like we've practiced!" Chris spoke, hoping that the pokemon remembered how to use the same move they had practiced on several times. A loud burst came from the small balloon shaped creature, throwing a tentacool back into the water. "Good job! Blue, Nature Power!" Chris spoke, as the Oddish smiled as the move that occurred next was Hydro Pump.
Ocean in the rise and fall: lungs of everyone I love.
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age
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played by
Sif
Oct 24 2017, 05:44 AM


The ocean current had taken Sid further from his boat than he had realized as he floated in relative peace past the breaking point of the waves. The wailmer that were supposedly spotted along the beach had not revealed themselves to him, but he knew they were close. An abundance of food and the water’s temperature made it so, but the certainty didn’t make the waiting any easier.

After a brief (too brief, in his opinion) swim, he made his way back to shore, catching glimpses of Joule’s gleaming antennae as she swam beside him. Above, Crowe made a raucous noise, likely signaling that she had found some new and delicious rock to eat.

”What is it Crowe?” he asked wearily as she ungracefully settled on his hair. ”Cut that out,” he muttered, shooing her away with a hand, yet she persisted. He was on the verge of returning her to her pokéball when Joule waddled up and began bouncing anxiously, her antennae expressing agitation in the direction of their boat. Crowe he could ignore, but not Joule.

He quickened his pace down the beach, then realized that his boat was no longer anchored. At that distance, he saw a figure at the helm, steering the boat directly into—oh no. His eyes narrowed angrily and he started sprinting down the beach. Finding that running on the sand was far more difficult than he anticipated, he dived headfirst into the ocean and swam with practiced speed towards the boats that better not had been doing what he thought they were doing.

As he drew near enough to see the battle unfolding, he slowed his pace, his swimmers’ discipline instructing him to save his energy for the real fight. He lingered for a moment to confirm what he was seeing. Wailmer, two, maybe three, were thrashing in that slow and defenseless way that they did without their wailord. Several Pokémon circled them, though he couldn’t yet identify the tentacools from the tentacruels. One large and fast-moving bird (certainly larger and faster than Crowe) had landed a solid hit on the boat-thief’s purple…gas thing (Sid would have to worry about that later).

The boat-thief, to his credit, jumped out of the boat and caught the gas thing, but a tentacool was already making its way towards the boat for an attack. To his surprise, an small and pink thing repelled the attack with a frighteningly loud attack that sent long-reaching ripples into the water.

He was worried about the bird, however. It would make short work of Crowe, he knew, but if they could bring it to Joule, that bird’s trainer would have to think twice about attacking them. First, he needed to clear the water.

He reached down to grab Skipper’s pokéball, then regretfully realized that he was wearing his swim trunks and had left Skipper and Littlefoot on the boat. My boat, he thought bitterly. Well, a rental, but all the same.

”Supersonic, that one” he yelled to Crowe who had been circling excitedly above him. He pointed at the bird that was harassing the boat-thief and would have asked Crowe to not take any chances, but he knew that, like as not, Crowe wanted to bite the thing and grab a feather, Crowe’s signature quick attack.

Without further words, he dived silently into the water, feeling Joule swim eagerly beside him. When he surfaced, he was much closer to his boat, and was able to recognize the telltale patterns of a rather large Pokémon approaching the boat. ”Thunderwave,” he told Joule, pointing his chin at the underwater mass. The ocean’s salinity would be of great benefit to Joule’s electricity, but her offensive skills were not as well-developed for the situation.

Above, Crowe looked dazed, her tail feathers ruffled in a violent way that Sid didn’t care for. But, she had managed to confuse the bird, which was now flying unsteadily in the air to assault some target that was obscured to Sid.

”Good girl, Crowe!” Sid called up (rare praise, but he didn’t have time to think on that, now). ”Quick, attack that one,” he added, pointing to the tentacruel that he had just sent Joule to paralyze. Crowe was still recovering from her encounter with the bird, but by the time she steadied herself, Joule would have reached the tentacruel.

Seeing them off, he dived under again and swam towards the boat, hoping his belt with his pokéballs was exactly where he had left them.


Christopher Adams
"I can see with more than just my eyes."
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age
23
played by
Renkindle
Oct 24 2017, 11:43 AM


Luckily, the hydro pump had enough force to throw back a couple of tentacool. But, it appeared that he had been joined by another trainer. A wingull was able to successfully help Diesel with the Swellow, while Chinchou had begun to help as well. He noticed that the two pokemon had made one of the Tentacruel their focus. Though, he was interrupted by seeing his Oddish being grabbed by a Tentacool.

He reached for one of this Pokeballs, letting his Muk make an appearance. "Afghan, Shadow Sneak! Help out, Blue!" Christopher ordered, and the sludge pokemon nodded as it's response. Muk's shadow grew, appearing behind the Tentacool, striking the pokemon with enough force to make it let go of Blue. "Good job, Afghan!" He praised his pokemon as the small weed pokemon ran close to it's trainer. He returned Afghan into it's pokeball as he looked at Blue.

"Blue, the time to evolve would be now, honestly," Chris spoke, as Trinity moved close to her trainer as well. "It's okay, guys. But, we gotta help the pokemon, okay?" Chris spoke as the two Pokemon sighed and nodded in agreement. Blue and Trinity got on the side of the boat, while Diesel seemed to be managing it's own. Thankfully, the smog still covered the boats within the middle. Man, if only I had a flying and a water type.. He thought to himself as his pokemon looked at him, waiting for him to tell them what to do.

"Hyper Voice, Trinity. Blue, use razor leaf again. Diesel, tackle!" Christopher finally ordered, and the pokemon nodded. He watched as his Koffing moved close to the confused Swellow, thrusting it's body towards the bird pokemon, knocking it out of the air and into the water. "Good job Diesel! Help us out!" He shouted as he could see his pokemon tiring quick. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? He thought as he could see Tentacool surrounding, moving in a circling motion. "Hang on!" He shouted, noticing that they were starting to use the move, whirlpool.

Christopher quickly grabbed Trinity away from the side and held the pokemon close. Oddish was quick to jump to the bottom of the boat, hiding behind Christopher's legs. Diesel moved closer, looking worried. "Diesel, don't worry! Blue, use Sunny Day! Make the water types weaker," Christopher ordered, almost forgetting that his Oddish had a variety of attacks.

The sun began to shine even brighter, increasing the temperature quite a bit. The Oddish just simply smiled in the sunlight. "Petal Dance!" Christopher spoke as Blue chirped in response and released a fury of petals, which moved a little quicker than normal thanks to the sunlight activating Blue's ability.
Ocean in the rise and fall: lungs of everyone I love.
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Hoenn REGION

age
30
played by
Sif
Oct 24 2017, 02:24 PM


Sid's muscles were pleasantly sore by the time he reached the boat. Joule re-joined him in the water while Crowe circled overhead; absent his commands, they sought only to ensure that Sid navigated the treacherous waters safely. As he neared the boat’s rear, he slowed, still unsure of the boat-thief and his intentions. Cruel coincidence had made him miss the part where the boat-thief had outright declared that he wanted to help the Pokémon.

The troubling sense of something tugging at his feet elevated his heart rate. A tentacool grabbing him, he could maybe handle, but not a whirlpool. He doubted whether the boat could find its way out of one generated by many tentacool, let alone a man.

Trying to remain calm to manage his breath, he kicked strongly at the water to propel himself forward, needing to duck down into the water to avoid the sudden glare that came from the boat-thief’s plump vegetable-looking Pokémon. The budding whirlpool slowed in its creation, and Sid was able to grab the ladder that was fixed to the rear of the boat.

To his terror, a tentacle appeared at his wrist, and knowing what it meant didn’t help him combat it in the slightest. He had seen tentacool hunt, knew well that way they lurked behind slower prey, mimicking their movements until the moment was just right. He was the prey, not for sustenance but for sport, and that nearly paralyzed him.

Instinctively, he shut his eyes, bracing himself for the pain, but instead something rustled past his head (perhaps it was best that he did have his eyes closed), causing the tentacool’s grip on the ladder to soften, then release. He opened one eye, saw only the remnants of petals, and realized that he had been saved.

He pulled himself up, hoping another volley of petals was not aimed at him but willing to take the risk in order to leave the tentacool-infested waters. Behind him, Joule’s antennae sizzled in excitement, which he felt briefly wrap around his ankle as a gentle reminder that, hey, Joule was still there, what was she supposed to do?

He searched his mind for a moment, forgetting the name of the technique that Joule knew. He hung off the edge of the boat, staring at his chinchou for a few seconds until it came to him. ”Electro ball,” he called out, pointing to the tentacool that was still retreating from the petal dance. The tentacool was faster than Joule, and he could tell that Joule didn’t like the increased lighting, but maybe the tentacool was weakened enough for Joule to remove it from the field.

Content, Sid pushed off against the ladder and scrambled into the boat. Somehow, telling the boat-thief that this was his boat seemed inappropriate for the situation, so instead, he asked, ”Can you get us closer to them?” He pointed in the direction of the wailmer, paused, then added, ”Without crashing my boat?” Well, that was what his pa would call a swell compromise, he thought.

He barely had time to take in the odd-looking (odd-looking to him, certainly) Pokémon that the boat-thief had under his command before Crowe came flying in, landing excitedly on the boat’s side railing. She had a single feather in her mouth, long, red, but missing several barbs along the vane. He pulled it from her beak (she was reluctant to surrender it), genuinely afraid that she would choke on it in the middle of the fight, and straightened her tail feathers. ”Yours are prettier,” he assured her, to which she flapped her wings approvingly.

He looked out towards the tentacool that were still trying to start a whirlpool around the boat, debating on what Crowe should do. On the one hand, if Crowe could confuse one of the tentacool, the confused tentacool would, statistically speaking, ultimately benefit them. On the other hand, if Crowe missed, he would lose an opportunity to attack the tentacool while they were weakened from the sunny environment.

If he had been a more competent trainer, he might have arrived at a decision sooner, but as it was, he lingered a bit too long on the decision before telling her, ”Quick, attack that one.” He jerked his thumb towards the tentacruel that they had already had the pleasure of meeting. This far away from their trainers, the tentacool had to be looking to the biggest among them for guidance. At least, that’s how Sid saw it.

He looked around, hoping that the boat-thief was, indeed, trying to steer them out of the growing whirlpool, but then realized the danger in doing so. The boat was old, a cheap fishing vessel. Its engine wasn’t built to support the stresses of the current situation. ”Don’t flood the engine!” he cried out, turning towards the boat-thief and hoping against hope that he wasn’t throttling the engine beyond its limit.

"I can see with more than just my eyes."
24
POSTS
Hoenn REGION

age
23
played by
Renkindle
Oct 24 2017, 08:30 PM


"Oh shit!" Christopher jumped upon seeing a shirtless guy climb up onto the boat. Blue and Trinity were quick to jump in front of whomever was trying to jump aboard. But, Christopher calmed down when he heard him give a command to the Chinchou in the water. "Back off you two, keep us safe," He spoke calmly and with an assertive tone towards the two small pokemon. They nodded, with Blue glaring at the stranger on the boat.

"Keep using Petal Dance, Blue!" Christopher rose his voice, as he tried to steer the boat out of the slowly growing whirlpool. He heard something about not flooding the engine, but that was easier said than done. "Trinity, come here! I need you to use Hyper Voice on the water to help propel us out of here," Chris spoke, hoping that the idea would work out. The pink, balloon looking pokemon waddled on over, and propped herself up on the engine, and took aim at the water.

The sonic burst was just enough to send them out of the whirlpool, allowing for Christopher to begin navigating towards the middle. "Trinity, turn and use hyper voice to clear the air in front of us," Chris ordered as the pink pokemon turned and bounced it's way to the front of the boat and began to create sonic bursts, moving the smog away from them as they began to close in on the netted Wailmer. He turned his head to see the Tentacool making a bee line for the boat. "Blue, I know you're tired, but you're gonna have to hold them," He spoke, stopping the boat, and moving away from the engine and quickly made his way to the front of the boat.

Diesel floated in midair, spotting the swarm of pokemon headed in their direction. He tried to grab at the net, trying to free the pokemon. But, it was too thick for him to just regular tear. "Hey, can you help me out here?! You have anything that can cut them free?" Chris had turned to face the guy, as the smog kept them covered from the poachers. He wasn't sure for how long, but they needed to quickly free the pokemon and get out of there before it was too late.

"Blue!" Chris shouted, watching the tentacool attack the small pokemon with multiple poison sting attacks. It seemed to do enough damage, and began to make Chris panic. Just as Blue was about to faint, it was surrounded in a bright white light, and began to shift in size and shape. "You're evolving! No way!" He was surprised to see his oldest pokemon finally evolve into it's next form, Gloom. Soon, the light faded and there stood a totally different looking Pokemon. "Blue, try solar beam! Hurry before the sunlight is gone!" He ordered, making a note of the clouds about to cover up the sun.

Blue smiled, as it stood firm and began to absorb light and released a powerful blast from the stigma between the four large, rounded petals on top of it's head. The blast was strong enough to knock all of the tentacool unconscious. "Jesus Blue, what the fuck? Why couldn't you do that sooner?" Chris asked as the Gloom turned and kept smiling. "They still have Tentacruel though. Let's hurry and free the Wailmer and get the hell out of here," he spoke as he turned and spotted Diesel remaining close by.
Ocean in the rise and fall: lungs of everyone I love.
19
POSTS
Hoenn REGION

age
30
played by
Sif
Oct 24 2017, 10:20 PM


He had to admit, the boat-thief had a darn clever solution to their problem. As the Pokémon that the trainer called Blue continued its petal dance, Sid instructed his own Joule and Crowe to keep harassing the slower tentacool near the flanks. As they did so, Sid found the small lockbox that he kept in the storage boot near the starboard aft of the boat. His hands shaking (and, to a lesser extent, his lungs struggling against the smog), he entered the combination and withdrew the small worn belt with his attached pokéballs.

They reached the netting that had caught the wailmer. Sid could hear only one distinct wailmer cry, giving him hope that the rest of the pod had somehow escaped. The boat-thief was speaking, but it took a moment for Sid to realize that he was speaking to him. Sid turned to look and saw that the boat-thief was struggling with the net. The boat that it was attached to would undoubtedly be nearby, making their position all the more precarious.

Instinctively, he withdrew the pocketknife from his lockbox, the same one he used to spool his lines and craft lures, and thumbed the release on Skipper’s pokéball. The corphish materialized by his knee, its eyes blinking confusedly.

Behind him, portside, a shimmering light caught his eye, and he witnessed Blue evolving into…well, if Blue looked odd before, Sid didn’t know what to call its evolved form. He heard the boat-thief instruct Blue to use solar beam, and Sid didn’t like the sound of that at all. He glanced over his shoulder and spied Crowe diving into the water for a quick attack against a tentacool, Joule’s telltale glow slowly circling the same Pokémon.

”Crowe, Joule, to me!” He knew Joule would hear, but Crowe wasn’t as alert underwater. He was hoping that Joule would relay the message before the evolved Pokémon launched its attack. He had never seen a Pokémon do what Blue was doing, but if it was anything like its previous attacks, Sid didn’t want his Pokemon anywhere near it.

Thankfully, its charging sequence bought his Pokémon enough time to return to him. The tentacool, unaware of the impending beam, were caught helplessly in its path, but Sid saw the tentacruel retreat darkly into the watery depths.

”With me,” he commanded Skipper. He sprinted across the side of the boat and stopped at the bow’s deck. With practiced precision, he began dissecting the rope. ”Vice grip there,” he told Skipper, pointing at the net’s weak spots with his knife, and when he finished, he would direct Skipper elsewhere, making sure that the cuts were clean as he followed with his knife. It was difficult with the wailmer thrashing helplessly, but this wasn’t Sid and Skipper’s first rodeo.

They were only two cuts short of releasing the wailmer when a red streak blurred past Sid’s shoulder, hitting Skipper squarely in the face and knocking him off the net and into the water. Sid’s heart plummeted as he watched Skipper break the surface and land right into the net with the thrashing wailmer.

”Skipper!” he screamed. Furiously, he jumped on the net where Skipper had been moments before, his limbs gripping the swaying net uneasily. The thought of Skipper in there with the panicked wailmer was mortifying. With frantic cuts, he ran the dull blade across the rope, noticing that the knife was slightly sharper near the hilt.

As his hands fumbled, he saw the bird Pokémon dive violently at Crowe. Damn, he had forgotten about that bird. Meanwhile, he could hear Joule’s antennae sizzle anxiously, and Sid realized that the tentacruel was also still in play.

”Crowe, quick attack the tentacruel!” he called, hoping that Crowe had gotten a long enough head start on the opposing bird. ”Joule, electro ball that bird!” As Crowe dived for the tentacruel, the bird followed, coming close enough for Joule to fly out as a sizzling ball of electricity and catch the bird’s tail. It wasn’t ideal, but it was something.

Meanwhile, Crowe dove under the water and managed an ineffectual strike against the tentacruel, which had promptly wrapped Crowe. The opposing bird, unable to stop itself in time, struck the combined mass of tentacruel and Crowe, and Sid was seriously concerned now for two of his Pokémon.

Making matters worse, the wailmer jerked particularly strongly (likely because of Skipper, he lamented), and the knife slipped from his control as the net buckled beneath him. It was just enough to tear the net free, and Sid found his portion of the net falling, falling, into the water below. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he had cut his hand. That would be the least of his concerns, however, if he found himself in the same water as a dangerous tentacruel and, perhaps more dangerously, a panicking wailmer.

Instinctively, he grabbed at the netting that still remained attached to the poachers’ boat. More due to the netting and less due to his efforts, Sid found himself tangled in the net, his feet wrapped uselessly in the rope as his hands reached for the boat. It was to no avail, however, as the net swung and slammed him against the boat’s aft. Losing his grip, he fell backward towards the water, held upside down by his feet with half his body submerged. He could feel the powerful waves created by the thrashing wailmer as water invaded his senses. The boat swayed in the wake of the wailmer's movements, dragging Sid along with it.

Keeping his wits about him (drowning was easy enough to stave off), he curled upward and brought his head above the water, his fingers tugging at the net in an attempt to free himself, but Sid had cause to pause when he heard a low, rumbling cry in the distance. He couldn't see Crowe or Skipper, but he thought he could see Joule's gleaming antennae in the water.

His body in an awkward L-position, he turned towards the horizon, knowing at once what sort of Pokémon the cry belonged to. ”Wailord incoming!” he called to anyone who was listening. Even a poacher had to think twice about an angry wailord. Somehow, the poacher had managed to separate the wailmer from their wailord, but it seemed to be speeding towards them with a frightful vengeance. Sid didn’t much like his odds should the wailord catch him with its indiscriminate rage in the net.

"I can see with more than just my eyes."
24
POSTS
Hoenn REGION

age
23
played by
Renkindle
Oct 25 2017, 12:31 PM


"Oh shit!" Christopher shouted what appeared to be his catch phrase. He heard the cry from the Wailmer trying to free itself by thrashing about, and it appeared to entangle the stranger and his Corphish. "Trinity, use Wish on Blue!" Chris spoke to his small, pink balloon pokemon, who looked beyond exhausted. He knew that his pokemon were worn out, but they weren't done. "Diesel, that Swellow's back... You think you can handle it?" Chris asked the purple colored pokemon.

The Pokemon responded by releasing some of thick smog from it's body as it propelled itself at the bird pokemon. He was happy to see all but one of the Wailmer swimming to freedom. But, one remained... stuck, only making things worse the more it struggled to free itself. His Koffing was trying it's hardest to hang in against the Swellow. If anything, Diesel was just buying time for Chris to try and save Wailmer, the stranger, and the guy's Corphish. If only Sage and Afghan could be more useful out here He thought, slightly regretting that he didn't have a water pokemon to provide assistance. His Corsola or Slowbro would have been extremely useful in the situation, but he had made the choice to leave both back at home. Then again, he didn't exactly plan on his current situation happening.

Chris began to panic, especially when he heard the male shout about a Wailord coming. Everything was managing to become such a mess, and he began to accept the fact that he was over his head. He reached for a pokeball, materializing Trinity into the ball after using Wish. He looked around, spotting the box and found presumably an empty pokeball. He snatched it up and quickly threw it at the Wailmer. The ball shook violently about 3 times, until it stopped and came back into his grip "Blue, help me free him," Chris spoke as the Gloom turned and tried to carefully aim a razor leaf at the net, hoping to not hurt the stranger.

Blue seemed refreshed as Trinity's wish had came true. "Diesel! Stay close!" Christopher shouted as he tried to help catch the male from falling into the water with the Tentacruel and the incoming Wailord. Blue made a subtle sound, trying to not be entirely afraid and anxious of the large pokemon approaching. "Blue, we'll be okay. Don't worry," He tried to comfort his pokemon as they had yet to move out of their current spot next to the boat.
Ocean in the rise and fall: lungs of everyone I love.
19
POSTS
Hoenn REGION

age
30
played by
Sif
Oct 25 2017, 07:51 PM


Sid had to restrain a frightened yelp as leaves whizzed past his shoulder and severed the net’s connection to the boat. Gravity pulled him down instantly into the wild embrace of the sea before he could prepare a lungful of air. To his eternally grateful surprise, the wailmer had disappeared. Where it went, he did not know, but he did know that one foot was still stuck in the net.

His lungs filled with water, his vision blurred, and his left palm stung. Something poked his head with painful little jabs. When he kicked his legs to reach the surface, the net weighed him down, making every kick feel like he was swimming in molasses. He was fatigued. His body had burned through that high-octane adrenaline that kept him alive so far, and now he felt as helpless as the wailmer that was the previous tenant of this indomitable net.

He looked up at the surface, the sky shimmering serenely in the peaceful quiet of the underwater world. The boat, his boat, cast an ominous, chilling shadow as it passed over him, and Sid let out a last, feeble kick. To his surprise, he moved upward, both legs propelling him closer to life. He kicked again, then again, then one last time, and the air entered his lungs, fighting with the water that was no more welcome than a donphan in the kitchen.

Gasping, he reached out a hand towards his boat. The slippery hull gave him no purchase, and his head slipped underwater as the waves from the approaching wailord grew fiercer with each passing second. He kicked hard to keep up with the boat and tried to grab it again, and again his hand slipped as the waves tugged at his feet.

On his final attempt, his hands found something, or someone’s hands found him, he couldn’t tell. With the boat-thief’s help, he was pulled aboard the boat, where he was able to expel the water from his lungs. Beside him, Skipper skittered on the boat, holding the pocketknife that Sid had dropped awkwardly in a claw. One of its antennae was bent backwards in a way that it shouldn’t have been, but its eyes expressed a mixture of concern and ferocity.

”Thanks, Skip,” Sid said hoarsely, his throat stinging mildly from the saltwater. He scrambled to his feet, grabbing the knife from the Skipper’s claw (a small part of him wanted to scold Skipper for running around with a knife) and finding his pokéball belt as it rolled around the deck. Eagerly, he returned Skipper to his pokéball and fastened the belt around him, all the while searching for Joule and Crowe.

”We need to get the boat to the shore,” he said to the boat-thief. He had never seen an angry wailord, but there was a painting in Sally’s (it was called Sally’s Sailors, located on Market and Ocean, only a few blocks from Bert’s Tackle Shop) that depicted a whale leaping effortlessly from the water and over a boat. The wailord hung in perpetuity, suspended above a small fishing vessel from which a small fisherman could be seen, craning his neck upward at the combined beast and beauty that was going to destroy his ship.

Sid never in his wildest dreams imagined that he would have the opportunity to be that fisherman, seeking protection against the wrath of the sea in something so flimsy as a fishing boat. Shallow water, he told himself, was their only defense. That, and just a sliver of luck, if it can be spared.

His adrenaline spiked as the wailord let out a cry that was near enough to rattle the deck of the boat, and Sid imagined that it said, “What have you done to my children, puny human? Behold, and see how it is done.”

Sid didn’t want to ponder on what “it” was.

”You might wanna grab a hold of something,” Sid suggested as he rushed to the back of the boat and retrieved his emergency bag (a.k.a. his only bag). It was a simple black waterproof diver’s backpack, the kind that opened up at the top with a simple cinch. In it, Sid kept a thermal blanket, a loaded flare gun, bandages and ointment, a flashlight (batteries included), a bowl and a roll of plastic wrap, and food bricks (for both Pokémon and humans). He saw that his left hand was, indeed, bleeding, but it was a shallow cut and he didn't have time to dress the wound just yet. He shouldered the bag and clipped it across his chest and waist, then peered over the boat's edge.

”Joule, where are you?” Almost as if she had been waiting for him to ask that, she plopped onto the deck beside him, her antennae drooping low from exhaustion. ”Hey girl,” he said fondly, relieved. ”Do you know where Crowe is?” She jumped into his arms, scared, with a small cry, her blue body slick with oceanwater. ”It’s alright,” he soothed, and before she could get any more frightened, he returned her to her pokéball.

He went to the helm of the ship, which was slowly turning towards the shore, and scanned the water between their boat and the poachers’. Several men were scrambling on it, and he could see the trainer who owned the tentacruel return the Pokémon to its pokéball. Last he saw, that tentacruel had Crowe, so where was she?

His search was interrupted by a large wave that swept across his boat’s deck, and he had to grab the railing as the boat swayed, nearly tipping over. The wailord let out another, deep growl, and it sounded like it was nearly on top of them. ”I hope you know how to swim,” he told the boat-thief. The boat wasn’t damaged, not yet at least, but Sid didn’t think it would stay above water for long. He ran to the back of the boat and opened the small compartment in the deck that contained two life vests.

”Put that on,” he said, throwing a large, brightly-colored life vest at the boat thief. He discarded the other one, knowing that his backpack would keep him afloat if he needed it. ”If the boat capsizes, just don’t panic. The waves’ll see you to shore.” He should’ve said when the boat capsizes, but not everyone had been on a sinking ship before.

He looked once more out to sea to find Crowe when the wailord finally made its appearance. Four wailmer flanked it in the distance, but the wailord was faster, stronger, and almost inconceivably bigger. First, he saw a fin, and he could feel it brush up against the boat, tipping it just as easily as one tipped a flower, and then it dove. In its wake, a massive wave pushed the boat so far up the sky that Sid thought he would be sick (Sid was afraid of heights, you see, and he didn’t need to see the ground to know that it was no longer there).

Then came the eventual plummet, and Sid steeled himself against the butterflies in his stomach. Thankfully, the boat didn’t capsize, but they were about knee-deep in water now, so it may as well have been. The tentacool that had fainted in the battle swum around them feebly, left behind by the poachers that had brought them here, and Sid couldn’t help but feel sorry for them. Mentally, he told them the same thing he had told the boat-thief: “The waves’ll see you to shore, lil fellas, just don’t fight it none. The time for fighting’s done, you see? I'd say make peace with your god, but your god is here and he don't want it.”

And then it started. In less than a second, the wailord had caught up with the poachers’ vessel, and Sid was only glad that it was them, not him, and he felt bad for thinking it because they were probably going to get real hurt. The wailord leapt, almost impossibly, into the air, and Sid felt that he could cry because he could confirm that the painting in Sally’s bar was drawn from firsthand experience. It made a clean break from the water’s surface and let out a long, angry bellow, as it soared through the air. Its belly crashed into the canopy of the boat, and Sid could see the red bird fly haphazardly in the air in an attempt to escape.

It landed clear on the other side of the boat, its tail coming down mightily against the hull, and Sid, despite himself, wanted to see the boat destroyed. Unfortunately, the wave from the wailord’s tail obscured everything from that distance, and as it traveled frighteningly towards their boat, Sid knew that the show was over. The wave crashed over them, but did not drag the boat under. It was the second wave that would do that, as the wailord splashed underwater and wreaked havoc in the small part of the ocean that was now, most undoubtedly, his.

"I can see with more than just my eyes."
24
POSTS
Hoenn REGION

age
23
played by
Renkindle
Oct 31 2017, 12:39 PM


Watching the stranger hit the water was a small sign of relief, and that the situation couldn't possibly get much worse. But, then again, he was quite sure that things were about to get much worse. He could see the large shadow underneath the water approaching at such an incredible pace. It was a true marvel to see such a large pokemon speed through the water, though the panic set it once he could feel the boat vibrate to the sound of the Wailord's cry. "Return to your pokeballs, Blue, Diesel," Christopher spoke, quickly reaching for the pokeballs clipped onto his underwear, and watched as the two pokemon materialized right into their makeshift homes.

He made sure to check that all of his pokeballs were secured to his underwear waist band, as he mainly worried about the newly captured Wailmer and his precious Gloom. Though, this wasn't to say that he wasn't worried about the other pokemon he had in his current line up. He was quick to get the bright orange vest on, as he could hear something about holding on and then something along the lines of hoping he could swim.

Everything seemed to happen so fast before his eyes. One moment, he could see the Wailord destroy the fishing vessels, creating intense waves. The next he could have sworn he was flying as the boat was sent to incredible heights above the water, and then they came crashing down. The boat seemed to be fine, but Christopher had managed to fall out of the boat the moment they had hit the water again. He began to grasp for air as he tried to keep above the constant waves that the Wailord was creating.

Every chance he got, he took gasps of air, and he could have sworn that this was it. This was the thing that was going to kill him... at least he had managed to free the Wailmer. That was the rash mission he had given himself, and he had succeeded. If anything, he was sure someone would find his pokemon and take care of them. He didn't give up physically fighting to stay alive as he tried to spot the shore and began to fight against the waves that continuously collided into him. After all, he needed to get friends healed up and rested. But, before he could get to shore, everything turned black as he could no long fight against the tremendous waves.

He seemed to have taken in too much water, and his body wasn't as strong as it probably should have been. Though, he was lucky to wake up on the beach with Blue and Trinity jumping up and down on his chest, making the water that Christopher had taken inside come right back out. He coughed as he pushed the two pokemon off his chest and sat up. "Holy shit," He began to quickly look for the boat with the male, hoping that the stranger had made it to shore. He returned Trinity and Blue back into their pokeballs, wanting to make the trip to the Pokecenter as short as possible.

He quickly ran for his things, getting dressed and grabbing the guitar strap as he ran back out to where the tide would meet with the sand before retreating back into the ocean. The boats that the fisherman had abandoned had been destroyed by the Wailord, and no longer remained in view. "Come on.." He spoke, trying to spot the stranger. The orange vest remained in hand as he wanted to make sure that the guy was safe.

Ocean in the rise and fall: lungs of everyone I love.
19
POSTS
Hoenn REGION

age
30
played by
Sif
Nov 1 2017, 02:47 AM


The deck gave way beneath him as water swept Sid out of the boat. With practiced discipline, he drew in a big breath, then let the waves wash over him. He counted the seconds as they passed, a mental lifeline, so to speak, and tried to align himself with the ocean’s rhythm without panicking. One second, the loud, frenzied sound of breaking water, the next, the strangely muted swirls of underwater conflicts.

Sid wasn’t overly concerned for himself, not as long as he could keep counting, not as long as he could keep his body oriented towards the shoreline, not fighting the waves but swimming with them, and definitely not as long as the wailord kept its distance.

With wearied strength, he washed up at the shore, the rough sand signaling his legs to stop kicking and start walking. The tide was now very high, probably much higher than could be naturally expected for a beach. When he was far enough up the shore, well away from waves that would drag him under and out, he scanned the shoreline. Immediately, he could recognize certain landmarks. A tree where his shirt hung, beneath which he left his cap and sandals. At least he had those, and whatever else was in his emergency bag.

After his brief survey, he checked the pokéballs at his belt, then realized that Crowe was still missing. 678, 679, 700…, he thought, still counting. He stood slowly, his legs shaking with fatigue, and tried to ignore the unnatural feeling of having water in his ears. Everything, from the crashing waves on the pounded sand to the way he coughed up the water in his lungs, sounded subdued, distant, surreal.

”Crowe!” he shouted hoarsely, sputtering out some additional water. He stumbled, fell to his knees, then gave in to the weariness and sat down, the water lapping up to his knees before retreating. He stared up lazily, half-losing the will to remain awake and search for Crowe, his body utterly spent from the fight at sea. ”Crowe, c’mon darlin'…” he muttered, feeling half-delirious. He couldn’t die, not there, and thus feeling so safe, what was the harm in a little rest? He closed his eyes to shield against the sun, that radiant globe which remained unaffected by the happenings below. A small tear escaped, but Sid couldn’t remember if it was from staring at the sun-filled sky or from worrying about Crowe.

Then, he was aware of a distinct lack of sunlight. A cooling on the forehead, a less intense glare from the sun. He opened his eyes slowly when he something landed on his head, claws sharp but not painful. To his left, he saw a tentacool, the red glow on the gem on its head (it was a head, wasn’t it?) weakly pulsating. It was dragged to shore by the water, and seemed to stare at him from similarly half-lidded eyes. A cry sounded above him, and Sid remembered the thing that had landed in his hair.

”Took you long enough, girl,” he chuckled, not minding the grating sensation in his lungs and throat, not if it meant Crowe had found him. She plopped down into his lap, her wings ruffled and wet. In her beak was a license plate, an “M” followed with seven numbers. Sid smiled. ”You little nut,” he said, taking the plate from her (as well as another two very soggy red feathers and half a leaf), and eyed her curiously. Her left eye worried him, there was a notch on her beak that wasn’t there before, and her wings didn’t comfort him much. ”Lookin’ fierce, Crowe,” he murmured, patting her gently on the head before returning her to her ball. That could have gone worse, he thought. A lot worse. If he didn’t get her to a pokécenter, well...

With renewed strength, he pushed himself up, secured the pack on his back, and made the long, slow walk to the tree where his belongings were (at least, the ones that weren’t on the boat). Occasionally, he’d come across a tentacool that was washed up, and he would gently kick it back into the ocean where it would have a better chance of surviving. Sometimes, though, he was just glad to be conscious.

By pure luck, his keys and wallet were with the rest of his things. He didn’t have a second change of clothes, let alone pants, though, and all his fishing equipment was likely at the bottom of the ocean. More importantly, the boat, the whole damn boat, was gone, as well as his security deposit. And did insurance cover…whatever that was? He didn’t know, dammit he really didn’t know.

Before he made it to the tree, he saw a man walking along the beach towards him. Sid stopped, that familiar fight-or-flight instinct revving up inside, but it petered out (from overuse, most likely), and he simply stood, watching the man with his two Pokémon (Blue, the big one, and…the other one, the loud one) as they approached.

He was glad that the boat-thief survived, even if he was a boat-thief. At the very least, the boat-thief still had the orange vest, and maybe Sid could sell that. The ridiculousness of the idea struck him as funny, and he began to smile.

”Helluva day,” he called out genially, a dumb, happy smile on his face. He looked down at the license plate that Crowe had somehow managed to retrieve, committing the numbers to memory. It wasn’t his plate, that’s for sure.

He closed the short distance to the tree, unclasped his backpack, and slid into his shirt, a long-sleeve chambray button-up (which he left unbuttoned). He didn’t realize until he put it on how cold he had gotten, clad only in his tight black swimming trunks that went less than halfway down his thighs. The sun had warmed him considerably, but he still felt drenched.

"Name's Sidney Harper," he said to the boat-thief, "and I think you owe me a boat, Stranger."

"I can see with more than just my eyes."
24
POSTS
Hoenn REGION

age
23
played by
Renkindle
Nov 7 2017, 11:09 AM


He couldn't help but feel relief upon spotting the guy, thrusting himself into hugging the guy. He wasn't exactly sure why he did, but it felt right after everything that they had just been through. They had managed to survive the crazed storm of poachers and the Wailord's gigantic waves. But, when he realized that he had hugged the stranger after he had introduced himself, he had let go. "I'm sorry about that. I'm Christopher Adams, and I can pay you back. We just need to head to a Pokemon Center. You want to come along?" He suggested, knowing how much the Wailmer needed medical attention, as did both of their pokemon.

"How's your hand? I can take a look when we're in town and patch you up," He offered, knowing that his reckless desire to keep pokemon out of poacher's hand had almost killed them. A part of him would have just said 'oops' and moved along since they lived. But, he did owe the guy. The boat had gotten wrecked by a series of decisions he had made impulsively. It was a bit of a wake up call for the relatively young, yet experienced trainer. He needed to definitely start caring more about how his decisions could affect himself and his pokemon in the long run.

At least the weather remained nice, and the stranger was still pleasant. "I'm really sorry about the boat. But good news? I was able to get that wailmer out of the net. It needs some medical attention though," He spoke, as he could see the tentacool still washing up on the shore. Chris felt bad for all of the pokemon that were basically being abandoned by the poachers. But, he hadn't the room for full aquatic pokemon back home, at least yet. They were better off finding their way back into the sea. "At least we can say we survived a Wailord's attack too," He tried to lighten up the tone of their tone, hoping that Sidney would have smiled at the comment.

He was sure that pretty much most of his pokemon would have giggled at least. But then again, he and his team were close and had spent a lot of time together over the years. Well, all except for his Jigglypuff. That pink balloon was eager to prove herself though and it made Chris happy. But, it made him wonder if keeping her on the team would be smart for the rest of his travels. But, it was something he could mull over with his parents, knowing that his mom would love to have the youngling back to hold in her arms. He also needed to make the decision on whether or not to keep the Wailmer with him, or to release the pokemon back into the wild.

But though, that wasn't his main priority. Everyone needed a rest, including himself. He was sure that he would sleep fantastic tonight, as would all of his pokemon. Well, all except for Sage and Afghan probably since they didn't really get to see any action during the whole rescue mission.

Ocean in the rise and fall: lungs of everyone I love.
19
POSTS
Hoenn REGION

age
30
played by
Sif
Nov 7 2017, 08:39 PM


Before Sid set out for the mainland, his pa made the tireless argument that he shouldn’t leave, that the city folk were weird, and that, before long, Sid would come sailing back to tell his pa that he was right, that the Harper Way wasn’t compatible with the City Way, and could he please find it in his merciful heart to take Sid back in.

One of the points of conflict was all the touching. City folk did an awful lot of touching. Handshakes didn’t bother Sid, though, and he argued his pa’s outdated view of society. The boat-thief’s hug didn’t do much to bolster that argument.

He went rigid as a plank as the boat-thief hugged him, reminding himself that the boat-thief (now named Christopher Adams) had come close to the final dance with death.

”Glad to see you well, Mr. Adams, and I'd be glad to tag along,” Sid said politely. "Your Pokémon alright?" The notion that Christopher could pay for a boat struck Sid as a little odd, given that boats were mighty expensive things. On top of the cost of the boat, there’d be further costs to the damage to business to the rental agency that owned the boat, from what Sid could remember from the contract. It was a staggering amount of money. Really, Christopher must have been really traumatized to offer to pay for it.

For now, he ignored the tricky “boat payment” issue. It was good to have a guide back to the city, however. He had come to the location by boat, but it seemed that Christopher knew the way out. Perhaps by the time they arrived, Sid could figure out what to do about the boat. He didn’t think it likely, though; he couldn’t remember ever feeling so tired.

Grabbing his flip-flops (for now, it was better to walk on the sand barefoot) and making sure he didn’t leave what precious few things he had behind, he followed the man as they walked along the beach. Looking out at the sea, one would never think that a battle had just happened. Whatever boats were out there seemed to be swallowed whole by the water.

How's your hand? I can take a look when we're in town and patch you up," Christopher offered. Sid had almost forgotten about that.

”My hand’s fine, thanks,” Sid said, glancing at his left palm briefly. There was a long, but not deep, red cut that started near his thumb and ended down hear his wrist. It stung like a tentacool’s acid, but the bleeding had stopped, but Sid would need to disinfect it and bandage it for a while.

They walked in silence for a little while before Christopher started talking again. Clearly, the boat problem bothered him, but Sid didn’t seriously think the man owed him. He couldn’t, in good conscience, ask for the man to pay for the damages.

”Yeah, I’d like to take a look at the wailmer, when it’s all patched up,” he said. The odds of it being the one from Donto Island were slim, but it never hurt to check.

”At least we can say we survived a Wailord’s attack too,” Christopher continued.

With a small chuckle, Sid said, ”Yeah, that’ll be a first, for sure.” It wasn’t the first wailord Sid had ever seen, but it was the first angry one, and it was magnificent.

More silence. Sid debated whether he should nip the boat problem in the bud or wait until they arrived at the pokécenter. They had a lot to worry about as it was, and Sid was content to walk in silence the whole way, tired or no.

But, the idea that Christopher felt responsible for the boat didn’t sit well with Sid, which ultimately prompted him to say, ”Look fella, I don’t want you thinkin’ you owe me anythin’ for the boat. I got it from a rental comp’ny, and I think the insurance will cover it.” Truth was, Sid didn’t know if the insurance company would cover the damages, but maybe if the police found the poachers (with the help from the license plate that Crowe had recovered), the poachers would be liable, not him.



"I can see with more than just my eyes."
24
POSTS
Hoenn REGION

age
23
played by
Renkindle
Nov 9 2017, 12:54 PM


He felt the man become rigid as he had embraced himself, quickly letting the male going. "I'm sorry, I'm just kinda happy to be alive after all that," he spoke, as he awkwardly placed his left hand behind his head and laughed a little bit. "Yeah, they're just a bit exhausted. Especially Diesel and Trinity," He spoke, remembering how exhausted the two looked before being recalled as the Wailord launched it's attack on the poachers. "How are yours? Are they okay?" He asked, as they made their way into Petalburg. "I'll still give it a look. I've got some bandages and alcohol just in case of injuries," Christopher spoke as he'd rather be prepared, especially after learning the hard way when he had first began his journey in Kanto.

He could feel the exhaustion kick in as the adrenaline left his body. He felt like he needed 20 hours worth of naps all in one. Though, that wasn't likely with how energetic Blue would be after getting receiving treatment. I can't believe Blue evolved... he thought, still amazed to see the small pokemon evolve in order to save pokemon. The pokemon had been so adamant since he had saved the little guy when he was 18 about evolving, wanting to prove itself in countless matches.

The city was slightly familiar, only recently leaving the city about a week ago to head to Rustboro City. He had been easily distracted by Petalburg Forest and the beach, which had made him lose track of time. The sights were beautiful in Hoenn, and he couldn't help but get lost in it's wonder. "Of course. It'll probably be in shock the moment it's nowhere near it's pod," He responded, acknowledging how things could affect a sea faring creature that had been forced out of it's home. The guy seemed to be a decent guy, after all, he had helped him fend off the poachers and rescue the poor thing.

"Well, we'll head to the boat rental shop and see what the cost is for me getting that boat royally wrecked," Chris spoke stubbornly. An idea crossed in his mind, and it was probably a little out there. But, it wouldn't hurt to ask, so he figured. Though, he'd probably ask after their pokemon received medical attention and they had hit the boat rental shop just so he'd get an idea of what kind of answer he'd receive. He finally spotted the Pokemon Center, and his heart eagerly began to beat a little bit. He'd get to finally sit down and not have to worry about pokemon being hunted after, and that excited him.

Ocean in the rise and fall: lungs of everyone I love.
19
POSTS
Hoenn REGION

age
30
played by
Sif
Nov 10 2017, 12:47 AM


After assuring Christopher that his Pokémon would be fine after a trip to the pokécenter, Sid got the impression that Christopher would want to confirm that himself later on. It was an unusual amount of concern, particularly from a stranger, in the eyes of a man who had been taught autonomy and responsibility at a very young age. Sid figured that the man was still working through some emotions after nearly drowning from a wailord’s splash.

”One thing at a time,” Sid mumbled amicably at Christopher’s insistence that they head to the rental shop. By the time they had arrived to the pokécenter, Sid was too exhausted to really argue the point.

The sun hung low in the sky, perhaps a few hours from touching the horizon as it made its westward descent (Sid imagined that, somewhere out there, there was a wailord missing one member of its pod). The sea breeze kept the air cool, but the fog hadn’t crept into the city yet.

A warm light illuminated the street outside as the doors to the pokécenter opened, and a faint, pleasant jingle played in the background. Sid walked up to an attendant, a young man with freckled cheeks and curled hair, and explained the situation. After a brief wait—though to Sid, every minute on his feet seemed to stretch for hours—two nurses came, one for Christopher’s Pokémon, and one for Sid’s.

Clad in a professionally crisp and white uniform, an older woman with graying hair took his Pokémon (Sid pointed out the pokéball that held Crowe as she needed the most attention) and walked him to one of the medical rooms down a hallway that led away from the lobby. She did most of the talking.

"So, your Pokémon were hurt in a bit of a scuffle, where they?" Sid confirmed as much, then, ”Poor dears. Well, we’ll take very good care of them, I assure you. I’m going to run them through this machine for a diagnostic, okay? Then the doctor will determine the best possible treatment for them. Do you wish to be notified when that happens?" Sid declined, being too tired to question the experience and discretion of the doctors that ran the pokécenter. ”All righty then. If you want to check in on them at any time, they’ll be just in this room, okay? Is there anything else we can do for you, Mr. Harper?”

Sid requested a pair of pants and received a pair of clean, white trousers, the same that were worn by the staff. It was comfortable around the waist, but rode a little high on the ankles. When they asked him if he would like a shirt as well, Sid declined and decided to button up his shirt to avoid being asked again. It was a tough task, given the wound on his hand.

When he was adequately dressed, he checked in on his Pokémon, saw Crowe resting in a glass monitoring case, then returned to the lobby and looked for Christopher. He didn’t see him, which was just as well as he had a phone call to make. He went to the attendant that had helped him when he first arrived and was allowed to use one of the phones behind the desk (but Sid himself wasn’t allowed behind the desk, so they had to drag it out to the counter).

He dialed for the local police department and began, ”Hello, my name’s Sidney Harper. I’d like to report a crime…” He had the license plate on the counter next to him so that he could provide the number on it, just in case. Hopefully, they would let him give his statement over the phone instead of having to go over to the department, because damn he was tired.


"I can see with more than just my eyes."
24
POSTS
Hoenn REGION

age
23
played by
Renkindle
Nov 15 2017, 12:26 PM


Sidney assured him that they would head to rental shop soon, but after everyone was healed up and in good condition. The sunset looked beautiful as they had finally made their way to the inside of the Pokemon Center. The lady with the graying hair that had taken Sidney's pokemon, had also taken his. He made it a point to make sure that the Wailmer would receive the most attention. He had been shown to a room right across the hall from Sidney's, but his attention was focused on making sure that the Wailmer would be okay. He stood in the room as he watched the doctor check up on the pokemon he had used to fend off the tentacool and tentacruel.

Diesel, Trinity, and Blue were all being carefully checked and tended to by a nurse, while the actual Pokemon doctor tended to the Wailmer. "Can you guys notify me when they're okay and ready to go?" He asked, and was responded with a 'yes' from a nurse. He then left the room, heading down the hallway to see Sidney over by the phone, filing a police report. He made his way over quickly, despite being hella tired and just over with today. He slipped his bag off his shoulders, and the guitar off his back.The guitar was laid on a bench, while he positioned the bag so that he could dig for the first aid kit he had brought along.

He then pulled a chair up next to Sidney, practically forcing the male to give him the injured hand. He placed the hand in his lap, palm up as he opened the alcohol swabs. "It's gonna sting," He warned so that Sidney wouldn't be entirely distracted by the phone call. He placed the swabs on the cut with his primary hand, which happened to be his left. The right hand held the wrist as he tended to the wound. It didn't seem too deep, but, it was better to clean it and wrap it before any infection could happen.

He quickly grabbed the bandages, and began to wrap them around the palm, allowing for the fingers to be free. Though, he wouldn't be able to make a fist for a little bit. "There you go," He spoke softly, making sure that he wouldn't interrupt the phone call with the police. He let go of the man's hand, as he got out of the chair to place the first kid back in his unorganized bag. Should probably call mom and dad He thought as he went back over, pulling the chair back to it's normal location at another desk next to the one that Sidney was using.

He quickly dialed his parent's joint phone number, and his parents answered on the second ring. "Hey mom, hey dad. I'm in Petalburg City, I'm about to head to Rustboro City," He waved to his parents, who looked and sounded eager to talk to their child. They asked why he looked so tired with a concerned tone. "Oh don't worry. I just helped save some Wailmer from poachers with the help of a new friend. He's currently filing a police report, but we're all okay. I'll call you guys when I get into Rustboro City, I promise," he spoke, hanging up the phone as he looked back to Sidney.



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