Post by hddbdogsbreakfast on Aug 2, 2012 0:58:14 GMT -6
"Whoa," said Daryll, as he looked down upon the rubble where the Gym Leader's house was supposed to be. Tiger Driver '91 looked down in disdain as well.
Meanwhile, Daryll's NEW BESTEST BUDDY 5EVA, Sparkling Rampage the Torchic, was caught in a bout of feverish, passionate sobbing (or as feverish and passionate as a tiny fire chicken can get,) over the TERRIBLE MISFORTUNE of the owner of the house, that being Wendy, the Gym Leader that Daryll was here to challenge after having waited forever for wild Pokemon with no luck. A tragedy, really.
"Dude," Daryll said to Sparkling Rampage. "Chill. Really. It's fine, they can just repair the hou-" Sparkling Rampage held up a feather to Daryll, shushing him for the moment, as the last of the chicken's sobs were loosed. Then, with a flourish, Sparkling Rampage composed himself into his usual, flourishing manner.
"Now then," Daryll said, wiping his hands for no real reason but habit. "Being that Sparkling Rampage is done with his moment, where do you both suppose we'll find the Gym Leader now?" Daryll and Sparkling Rampage stood in uffish thought a while.
Tiger Driver '91, on the other hand, took one look at his slower companions, chuckled a bit, and then floated on over to the Pokecenter, which any moron wise enough to read the sign on the building. Daryll awoke from his brooding with a start as his companion floated away, and began to dash at the Gastly. Sparkling Rampage sauntered behind, taking in the sights and plucking a rose to place in his beak, much like the flamenco dancers of his youth.
"Yo, man, wait up!" The passerby were befuddled by the grown man being flummoxed by a mere Gastly, and were sure to be even more befuddled the next moment, as Tiger Driver '91 used his Wu Tang Secret (that being Thunderpunch,) in a creative manner that's so secret I can't tell you what it is, in order to cause the man to spin out and fall onto the floor of the Pokecenter, slightly singed and with his trusty beret a good few feet away. Sparkling Rampage spun quickly in as well, but with much more flourish than his owner, ending with a perfect landing, showcasing the rose in his beak as he growled alluringly (or, well, as "alluringly" a chicken can "growl", anyhow.)
"Hi." Daryll stated awkwardly from the floor. "I'm, uh, here about the Gym battle?"
Meanwhile, Daryll's NEW BESTEST BUDDY 5EVA, Sparkling Rampage the Torchic, was caught in a bout of feverish, passionate sobbing (or as feverish and passionate as a tiny fire chicken can get,) over the TERRIBLE MISFORTUNE of the owner of the house, that being Wendy, the Gym Leader that Daryll was here to challenge after having waited forever for wild Pokemon with no luck. A tragedy, really.
"Dude," Daryll said to Sparkling Rampage. "Chill. Really. It's fine, they can just repair the hou-" Sparkling Rampage held up a feather to Daryll, shushing him for the moment, as the last of the chicken's sobs were loosed. Then, with a flourish, Sparkling Rampage composed himself into his usual, flourishing manner.
"Now then," Daryll said, wiping his hands for no real reason but habit. "Being that Sparkling Rampage is done with his moment, where do you both suppose we'll find the Gym Leader now?" Daryll and Sparkling Rampage stood in uffish thought a while.
Tiger Driver '91, on the other hand, took one look at his slower companions, chuckled a bit, and then floated on over to the Pokecenter, which any moron wise enough to read the sign on the building. Daryll awoke from his brooding with a start as his companion floated away, and began to dash at the Gastly. Sparkling Rampage sauntered behind, taking in the sights and plucking a rose to place in his beak, much like the flamenco dancers of his youth.
"Yo, man, wait up!" The passerby were befuddled by the grown man being flummoxed by a mere Gastly, and were sure to be even more befuddled the next moment, as Tiger Driver '91 used his Wu Tang Secret (that being Thunderpunch,) in a creative manner that's so secret I can't tell you what it is, in order to cause the man to spin out and fall onto the floor of the Pokecenter, slightly singed and with his trusty beret a good few feet away. Sparkling Rampage spun quickly in as well, but with much more flourish than his owner, ending with a perfect landing, showcasing the rose in his beak as he growled alluringly (or, well, as "alluringly" a chicken can "growl", anyhow.)
"Hi." Daryll stated awkwardly from the floor. "I'm, uh, here about the Gym battle?"
