#pt open

[checkinoutyourmoves-blog]

A Study of Movement || Open RP

This grass was tall. Tall enough to make you...

"Achoo!" 

Talonflame, luckily, had wings which allowed her to stay above the grass. And right now she was keeping a bird's eye out for interesting new Pokémon. After having come up with some new routines, Tierno was starting to think maybe a group of four would be better for his dances.

The burly boy pushed his way through the grass, blind except for the guidance of his fire bird, getting a little bit frustrated by his lack of interesting encounters. He wondered if maybe Talonflame was giving him away?

"Come on back, okay?"

But Tierno didn't point up a Pokeball. Instead, he raised his arm as a perch. Talonflame's feet scratched his skin but he hardly seemed bothered. At this point he was used to it. At some point he really should look into something to protect his arm though...

Tierno shoved on, now with just one arm, but only ever heard Pokemon. Had he used a repel and forgotten or-

"Whoa!"

And suddenly there was no grass. He tripped out of the edge of the grass as though he'd stepped onto a stair that wasn't there. And as though suddenly reaching the end wasn't enough...

"Ah, I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

Geez, how clumsy. He just had to bump into someone.

Today just wasn't his day it seemed.

[scientistdemarus]

Undella Bay (Open)

Generally, there were two kinds of people who gathered at the beaches of Undella Bay. There were the swimmers in their swim suits, who fought against the undulating waves in order to tone their bodies fit or those who were just enjoying a casual swim. Then there were the trainers who combed the beach or surfed on Pokemon while on the lookout for something new to catch.

But there was one individual on the beach who looked to be in some strange middle ground. Although Damarus Kotori was on the lookout for pokemon, he wasn't properly dressed like a trainer. His pants were rolled up to his knees to prevent any stray waves from soaking the fabric, he switched to beach shoes that could get wet and protect his feet from the rocks of the tidal pools he was inspecting. He was also wearing a white, long sleeved shirt and a large straw hat to protect his skin, Damarus was much more used to the colder climates of Sinnoh. 

Being fashionable was certainly the last thing on his mind when there was science to be done! As Damarus picked his way through the tide pools he took note of the pokemon he spotted and wrote everything down on a clipboard he had. He was so focused on his work that nothing else around him seemed as important.