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As technology allowed for more accessible ways of keeping in touch, most people found the usage of boats to be an effective way of visiting foreign regions, whether as tourists or on business matters. Trainers with the appropriate badges found flying to be much quicker, but flying in a group was a bit of a tricky matter, especially for those who had yet to find an appropriate partner to take to the sky with. Namely, the most inexperienced birdkeepers of the Violet City Gym, the lot of which had been so honoured as to be picked up after their Unovian competition by their most righteous Leader only to lack the gall to return home in their element. To say that Falkner was annoyed would have been an unfortunate understatement.
One might have thought it strange that as comfortable as he was in the air, the Flying-type master had such terrible sea legs, but commenting on such out loud would have done nothing for his mood. As it was, the scowl he wore as he clung to the railing in an attempt to edge his way back to the cabins looked etched permanently into his features, the breeze from the deck blowing his fringe out of place so as to bring out the full potential of his glare aimed at the waters below.
The top of the stairs was the most inopportune time for the ship to lurch, but Murphy was obviously practising law on this boat. He was flung forward without the balance to stay upright, the brunt of his fall broken by a body coming up from the cabins. It was lucky for the both of them the incline was so gradual as to not cause any terrible injuries, a short tumble not likely to crack open any heads. As soon as the world had stopped spinning--at least to a more manageable degree--Falkner was on his knees muttering apology after apology, bruised shoulder smarting.