The waves crashed down in a series of mildly-tempered sessions, caressing the beige sand at the shoreline with bubbles of foam before they retreated quickly back towards the sea. With no regard for someone who may of been trying to take in the wintry atmosphere, the pattern continued for a few more moments before the current began to aggravate itself. The first few signs of a near-tempest storm began to brew and the wind picked up almost as if on cue, causing the once tamed seas to thrash around.
Near the edge of the walled structure that separated the beach from the piece of mainland towards the market square, an amber-haired female sat with her gaze glued to the inside of a sketchbook. Her slender digits moved gracefully along the page before her violet orbs turned upwards and glanced towards the brooding ocean. She took in the sight for a few moments before heaving a sigh and shutting her notepad, carefully tucking it into a large bag sheād brought along with her. Following the papers went a few ink pens and a mechanical pencil, an eraser soon trailing behind before she was sure everything was secured inside.
It was days like this that she felt that she could truly enjoy her time away from frivolous duties; the monochrome sky often discouraged people from visiting Slateport and as a result, sheād often get the day to spend how she wanted as opposed to dealing with immature trainers and other tedious tasks.
Of course, she did truly love her occupation as a Leader ā it gave her a sense of pride and excitement, glad that she was able to show her hometown and the world what she had to offer. However, it had itās moments where she really just wished she could of been left alone for the day. Sheād counted her lucky stars this morning when the sun had become hidden away behind an array of broad clouds and had thought sheād get a few hours of sketching down by the ocean.
However, it seemed that the weather had other plans and sheād have to leave early for the day. As much as she loved gloomy weather, she didnāt want to be stuck in the midst of a winter storm.
Charlotte threw her bag over her shoulder, adjusted her windbreaker and headed back in the direction of the Gym. As she made her way up towards the cemented path, however, she noticed a figure zeroing in on her, obviously making their way towards the shore. She assumed they must of been unfamiliar with the area if they were heading right towards the eye of the storm where the weather would be the worst.
āI would suggest you heading back now,ā she called to the someone who was hurrying up the sidewalk and near passing, her tone as apathetic as it could possibly be despite the winds beginning to rage.Ā āThe storm is just about to break and āĀ ā
.. And as if right on cue, the sky suddenly opened up and a flurry of raindrops fell onto the two idiotic people who had decided to take in the scenery.Ā
Cities were usually a disastrous experience. Long winding streets bustling with people more often then not spelled doom for the wayward trainer, getting rather lost in the streets as his sense of direction ultimately failed him. While yes, one could always ask for directions, Azinās people skills left much to be desired when in an overly populated situation. So no, he normally avoided cities like the plague unless he had company. But again, to see him traveling with others proved rare.
This is why upon reaching Slateport, the trainer took an immediate turn away from the entrance and into the surrounding wilderness. Veering away from the aforementioned overly civilized treeless horror towards the open grasslands bordering the ocean beyond.Ā
Traipsing along the coast, Az readjusted the bag on his shoulder. From the way the wind was blowing he was sure a storm would roll in by nightfall. Whether or not he made it to a reasonable shelter in time was of course probably beyond his capabilities at the moment. You win some, you lose some, sometimes your galvantula wonāt get off your back and generally makes your life harder. Or better yet, sometimes your partner refuses to help you in less then favorable situations and lets you walk all the way to town instead of simply flying you in before a bad storm hit so you have to walk even farther in that.
āSilas, be a bit more careful. If the wind keeps picking up youāll end up flying like last time.ā He craned his head to look over his shoulder at the pokemon attached to his back, giving the small spider a smile. Currently the electric type was curled in Azās jacket, taking refuge from the ocean spray whipping around the two on their trek into town. Silasā noise of consent was mostly lost in the crash of the waves but the trainer got the gist. With one last look out towards the sea, he picked up his speed towards the end of town.
Half sprinting to get ahead of the storm, Azin really didnāt notice where he was going. Honest to Arceus cities were not his thing, and the farther he traveled into the buildings the more lost he got and the more he started to turn towards the sea instead. Anything was better then this madness. His laser focus on outside the city was quickly broken by someone talking to him. The awkward half trip that accompanied Azās skidded stop wasnāt the most graceful, but it was having to catch the pokemon previously hidden on his back that was the icing on the cake. God where even was he.
Turing towards the other, the blonde carefully unzipped his coat to let Silas crawl back inside.Ā āUuuuuuh...... I mean I would b-ā The following downpour cut off his words and the trainer curled over the pokemon inside his coat, throwing the jackets hood back up.
Why does this always happen. Taking a deep breath Az took a couple steps closer to the other. āI have no clue where I am and would really appreciate it if you could point me towards the nearest pokemon center?ā
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