Well. Well well welly well well well. Well well well. We all knew the drill by now; you know how it is — research. New region. New fun. New chance to find out another fucking allergy Green never knew he had. Not till today, at least. But how could he complain? He got to travel the world and collect data on Pokemon. Fun stuff. Fun, fun stuff. Today’s destination — and, well, for the next two months or so — would be a little region called Sinnoh, among one of the many regions that simply fascinated Green. In fact, he lied; it was one of the regions he’d already been to, but that he kept returning to, time and time again to dig his nose in further, and maybe find a different regional grass to sneeze at. For one, he knew that there were more Legendaries in this particular region than you could sneeze at, and they were dotted all over the region. For another, he needed to look no further than Mt. Coronet itself, and the fact that that one little mountain chain practically split the entire region’s topography in two — rather, three — to the point where you had tropical conditions to the east, and more forested conditions to the west. And to the north? Snow. Lots and lots of snow
But he didn’t touch that. Because fuck the snow and everything it stood for. He wasn’t having that. No sir. Not today.
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Volkner hated waiting. He hated waiting for challengers, waiting for emails to be returned, waiting for his food; but more than anything, he hated waiting for this damn ferry to finally dock.
While the boat was ever so slowly crawling towards the dock the Gym Leader idly twirled the cardboard sign in his hands, the word ‘Green’ scrawled across it in his chicken-scratch handwriting. He couldn’t help but contemplate the reason he was even here. Cynthia was supposed to be handling this job herself– a month long escort job, of all things– but unavoidable League business had come up at the last minute, so she’d asked him to fill in for her.
Volkner was immediately suspicious. It sounded like one of her and Flint’s tactics to get him out of the Gym and meeting new people. She’d probably put his name down for it from the beginning, and only sprung it on him at the last second to make sure he couldn’t talk his way out of it.
He had to give them credit for being persistent.
And so there he was, eyebrows scrunched together as he waited for the passengers to disembark. From his vantage point he watched the crowd of people flow out into the city, some heading straight for the Pokémon Center while others met with friends and family– in truth he didn’t have any idea of what sort of person to look out for, he had a name and that was it. So he waited and waited, letting the cool sea breeze waft around him, until finally someone approached him. A young sandy-brown haired man with quite a few bags in tow, who was quipping from the moment he opened his mouth to… introduce himself? Yeah, that seemed like it.
As confounding as it was at first, Volkner snorted out a laugh, his thin lips curling into something like a smirk. “Coming from someone whose parents named him Volkner,” he replied, “I don’t think I’m really one to judge.” Absently folding the cardboard sign in half with one hand he stuck out the other for Green to shake. “Nice to meet you.”
“I’m gonna be honest here– I don’t actually know much more than I’m supposed to meet you here and… look after you, while you’re in Sunyshore.” He was a bad host, yeah, he knew that. Better to be transparent about it, though. In any case, the guy– Green– didn’t seem like one for formalities, so… he was taking a chance by admitting it.
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