Not sure where Jara's Gollet is if it's not with her since Sage didn't pick up any pokeballs and Adrian picked up two... She should still have one of her own Pokemon, right?
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Adrian took a bit longer to collect himself after being dogpiled, his heavy, overstuffed backpack acting as the shell on a bespectacled tortoise. It took him a few seconds of rolling around on his back to figure out that he could extract himself by simply removing his arms from the straps. He got to his knees and felt around in the mud for his glasses.
What the hell could that have been? A giant? It sounded like a... A giant woman?
‘Hey, did you see who-?’ He looked around for the little red girl but she was already taking off screeching something or other about monstrous treachery. As she bolted past him he caught the sound of a gentle crunch. His heart sank as he reached for what he was desperately hoping weren’t his glasses.
And, of course, they were his glasses.
He sighed and propped them back on his nose where they now hung crooked and muddy, one lens irreparably cracked, and continued picking up his scattered items. The brochure was saturated, completely ruined. He gathered up the two pokeballs and clicked them back into place on his utility belt.
Huh. That’s weird.
He ran his fingers over the pokeballs again for a quick recount. He thought he’d only brought Eureka and Flappy with him- and then he’d caught Query… Oh well. He shrugged off the discrepancy, chalking it up to his own absent-mindedness, and bent over to heft his pack over his shoulder.
Ugh. He couldn’t see a thing. At least he had his spare pair of- oh. Wait. These were the spare.
‘Just not my day, I guess.’ He murmured to himself.
He allowed himself just a split-moment of self-pity before taking a deep breath and straightening up, the frying pan and coffee pot tied to his bag clattering together. Even with the state of his murky, shattered vision, he could see that the sky had cleared up.
He continued wandering (quite literally) blindly around town a while longer until the owner of the bicycle shop he accidentally walked into took pity on him and pointed him in the right direction. At long last, he turned down a side street, rounded a corner and- voila!
He was so happy to see the the familiar slate roof that his knees almost gave out beneath him. Relieved tears welled up behind his broken frames as he went to knock on the door.
A young brown-haired man in a button-down shirt answered the door, his friendly smile turning to concern when he saw the state his contemporary was in.
‘Took you long enough- what on earth happened to you?’
Adrian gave a dopey, weary smile as Bill ushered him in. ‘I got lost,’ He dropped his pack next to the couch with a dull thud. ‘But I’ll tell you about that later. First, I have something incredible to show you, Masaki. I found it at the Ruins near Violet. You know I’ve been doing field research there for the last few weeks. I was just playing around with some glyphic tiles in between translating text and, ah, I’m getting chills just thinking about it! The floor suddenly collapsed beneath me and I fell maybe twenty feet into a sealed underground chamber.’ Adrian ran his hand through his wild hair, his brown eyes sparking as he became enraptured with his own retelling. ‘It’s breathtaking. Corridors and staircases, every wall inscribed. And that was where I found… This.’
He took a pokeball from his belt, hesitating for a moment. Was it this one? Normally he marked his pokeballs with symbol so he could tell them apart, but he hadn’t had the time yet. He took a chance, releasing the mysterious pokemon inside.
Unfortunately, it was not the mysterious pokemon he was expecting.
‘Uh…’ Bill squinted at the Amaura between them as it looked around in confusion.
‘Uh…’ Adrian seconded. “This… this isn’t the pokemon I found. H-hold on a sec- return!’ He called the pokemon back to its ball and looked at it, slightly disturbed. He took the other unmarked ball from his belt and cleared his throat, attempting to recapture the atmosphere of scientific excitement.
‘And that was where I found… This.’
The room was suddenly very uncomfortably full of Onix.
What the hell could that have been? A giant? It sounded like a... A giant woman?
‘Hey, did you see who-?’ He looked around for the little red girl but she was already taking off screeching something or other about monstrous treachery. As she bolted past him he caught the sound of a gentle crunch. His heart sank as he reached for what he was desperately hoping weren’t his glasses.
And, of course, they were his glasses.
He sighed and propped them back on his nose where they now hung crooked and muddy, one lens irreparably cracked, and continued picking up his scattered items. The brochure was saturated, completely ruined. He gathered up the two pokeballs and clicked them back into place on his utility belt.
Huh. That’s weird.
He ran his fingers over the pokeballs again for a quick recount. He thought he’d only brought Eureka and Flappy with him- and then he’d caught Query… Oh well. He shrugged off the discrepancy, chalking it up to his own absent-mindedness, and bent over to heft his pack over his shoulder.
Ugh. He couldn’t see a thing. At least he had his spare pair of- oh. Wait. These were the spare.
‘Just not my day, I guess.’ He murmured to himself.
He allowed himself just a split-moment of self-pity before taking a deep breath and straightening up, the frying pan and coffee pot tied to his bag clattering together. Even with the state of his murky, shattered vision, he could see that the sky had cleared up.
He continued wandering (quite literally) blindly around town a while longer until the owner of the bicycle shop he accidentally walked into took pity on him and pointed him in the right direction. At long last, he turned down a side street, rounded a corner and- voila!
He was so happy to see the the familiar slate roof that his knees almost gave out beneath him. Relieved tears welled up behind his broken frames as he went to knock on the door.
A young brown-haired man in a button-down shirt answered the door, his friendly smile turning to concern when he saw the state his contemporary was in.
‘Took you long enough- what on earth happened to you?’
Adrian gave a dopey, weary smile as Bill ushered him in. ‘I got lost,’ He dropped his pack next to the couch with a dull thud. ‘But I’ll tell you about that later. First, I have something incredible to show you, Masaki. I found it at the Ruins near Violet. You know I’ve been doing field research there for the last few weeks. I was just playing around with some glyphic tiles in between translating text and, ah, I’m getting chills just thinking about it! The floor suddenly collapsed beneath me and I fell maybe twenty feet into a sealed underground chamber.’ Adrian ran his hand through his wild hair, his brown eyes sparking as he became enraptured with his own retelling. ‘It’s breathtaking. Corridors and staircases, every wall inscribed. And that was where I found… This.’
He took a pokeball from his belt, hesitating for a moment. Was it this one? Normally he marked his pokeballs with symbol so he could tell them apart, but he hadn’t had the time yet. He took a chance, releasing the mysterious pokemon inside.
Unfortunately, it was not the mysterious pokemon he was expecting.
‘Uh…’ Bill squinted at the Amaura between them as it looked around in confusion.
‘Uh…’ Adrian seconded. “This… this isn’t the pokemon I found. H-hold on a sec- return!’ He called the pokemon back to its ball and looked at it, slightly disturbed. He took the other unmarked ball from his belt and cleared his throat, attempting to recapture the atmosphere of scientific excitement.
‘And that was where I found… This.’
The room was suddenly very uncomfortably full of Onix.
Adrian adjusted his glasses, nearly knocked off his nose by the impact, and squinted down at the predominately red blob in front of him. A little girl? Maybe? Hopefully her tender young ears hadn't picked up on his language.
'Wow, geez, my bad! Apologies, little lady, didn't see you there. Actually, yeah, I'd love some help-' He eased his pack off his shoulders, let it drop with a heavy whump and whipped out his brochure again. 'You see, I'm looking for this house. My friend lives there- well, sort of. Not so much a friend as a colleague. And he's not there normally. I guess he doesn't really live anywhere in particular- kind of like me. We're sort of like vagrants, or nomads!'
His brown eyes flashed with the beginnings of a tangent. If this were a musical, he'd almost certainly have broken into song.
'Always traveling the Earth, the wilderness, the Great Wide Everything. Restless and starving, risking life and limb. Forever seeking, craving stories, devouring information as if it were our very sustenance. Striving through thick and thin to learn more about the mysterious creatures that made us who we were. Who we are. Who we're going to be!'
He finished grandly, a bold fist raised to the sky and his glasses askew.
Wow. He'd fired himself up so much he was out of breath. He slowly refocused on the nonplussed crimson shape before him and gave a slightly bashful chuckle. 'Haha, anyway. I was wondering if you could help me with this map. I can't seem to make head nor Taillow of it.'
He held out the pamphlet, damp and smudged, leaving a big dirty thumbprint right on the face of the girl on the cover.
'Wow, geez, my bad! Apologies, little lady, didn't see you there. Actually, yeah, I'd love some help-' He eased his pack off his shoulders, let it drop with a heavy whump and whipped out his brochure again. 'You see, I'm looking for this house. My friend lives there- well, sort of. Not so much a friend as a colleague. And he's not there normally. I guess he doesn't really live anywhere in particular- kind of like me. We're sort of like vagrants, or nomads!'
His brown eyes flashed with the beginnings of a tangent. If this were a musical, he'd almost certainly have broken into song.
'Always traveling the Earth, the wilderness, the Great Wide Everything. Restless and starving, risking life and limb. Forever seeking, craving stories, devouring information as if it were our very sustenance. Striving through thick and thin to learn more about the mysterious creatures that made us who we were. Who we are. Who we're going to be!'
He finished grandly, a bold fist raised to the sky and his glasses askew.
Wow. He'd fired himself up so much he was out of breath. He slowly refocused on the nonplussed crimson shape before him and gave a slightly bashful chuckle. 'Haha, anyway. I was wondering if you could help me with this map. I can't seem to make head nor Taillow of it.'
He held out the pamphlet, damp and smudged, leaving a big dirty thumbprint right on the face of the girl on the cover.
I can go ahead and reply since Sage is interacting with Adrian, unless you'd rather respond first!
'Ugh, was it...? No, no, 'cause that way was... No. Maybe?' Adrian flipped the map in his hands again, tilting his head. The bizarre shapes and symbols made no more sense than they had a moment ago... or a half-hour ago. He must have been wandering around for hours by now because he could hear his stomach rumbling. No, wait. Wrong again. He felt a raindrop land on his head, then another on his nose as he looked up to the overcast skies. He sighed, glasses already fogging with the humidity, and folded up his Battle, Listen, Shop!!! 'Welcome to Goldenrod' brochure. The friendly smile of the petite blonde on the cover seemed almost taunting to him as he stowed it away and adjusted his overstuffed pack, squinting around for some cover.
Normally, he didn't mind the rain one bit. He'd camped his way through hurricanes, floods, snowstorms... The problem was, he couldn't very well pitch a tent in the middle of a bustling thoroughfare. He'd learned that a long time ago, the hard way. Uncharted jungles? Check. Precarious precipices? Fine. Pitch-black subterranean aquatic caverns? Basically home. The problem was the city itself, convoluted and unnatural, crowded with buildings and people. He always, always lost his way in big cities like this- something about them just made his infallible inner compass go haywire. And the stupid guidebooks were just as confusing, all bright icons and grinning Sunflora cartoons. He'd take yellowed parchment and elevation markers over them in a heartbeat.
Adrian wiped his spectacles on the cleanest corner of his shirt only to succeed in adding to their opacity, smearing them with dirt. He was practically covered in it head to sandal, still fresh from the Ruins that he was itching to get back to. But this was a precious opportunity, as he reminded himself. It wasn't often both Adrian and Bill were in the same hemisphere. Their travels took them both far and wide so an instance like this was almost like a lunar eclipse. And he had backlogs of journals full of notes and theories he was eager to dissect with him.
If only he could find the house in this mother-Sludging piece of Muk labyrinth of a Marshtomping town. As far as he was concerned right now, the whole place could go suck a Cacnea.
He continued muttering to himself, noticing neither the commotion up ahead nor the blurry person-shaped thing he was about to run into. He collided with Force=(Sp: brisk walk)x(Wt: Adrian+backpack)
which was
Pretty Damn Hard.
Normally, he didn't mind the rain one bit. He'd camped his way through hurricanes, floods, snowstorms... The problem was, he couldn't very well pitch a tent in the middle of a bustling thoroughfare. He'd learned that a long time ago, the hard way. Uncharted jungles? Check. Precarious precipices? Fine. Pitch-black subterranean aquatic caverns? Basically home. The problem was the city itself, convoluted and unnatural, crowded with buildings and people. He always, always lost his way in big cities like this- something about them just made his infallible inner compass go haywire. And the stupid guidebooks were just as confusing, all bright icons and grinning Sunflora cartoons. He'd take yellowed parchment and elevation markers over them in a heartbeat.
Adrian wiped his spectacles on the cleanest corner of his shirt only to succeed in adding to their opacity, smearing them with dirt. He was practically covered in it head to sandal, still fresh from the Ruins that he was itching to get back to. But this was a precious opportunity, as he reminded himself. It wasn't often both Adrian and Bill were in the same hemisphere. Their travels took them both far and wide so an instance like this was almost like a lunar eclipse. And he had backlogs of journals full of notes and theories he was eager to dissect with him.
If only he could find the house in this mother-Sludging piece of Muk labyrinth of a Marshtomping town. As far as he was concerned right now, the whole place could go suck a Cacnea.
He continued muttering to himself, noticing neither the commotion up ahead nor the blurry person-shaped thing he was about to run into. He collided with Force=(Sp: brisk walk)x(Wt: Adrian+backpack)
which was
Pretty Damn Hard.
God the Japanese is.... so serious. Compared to the English dub I grew up with. It's dumb but I like the nonstop one-liners and popska background songs.
Did I read that you are on season 02 of Digimon? N-not that I care about that dumb show......
Name: Adrian Acharya
Age: 20
Biography: Adopted as a young child by a pair of aging Pokemon scientists, Adrian was raised on Cinnabar Island in Kanto until the eruption forced the family to relocate to the mainland. With his parents' support and encouragement Adrian blossomed academically and followed in their footsteps, setting out on his journey to become a Pokemon archeologist. He has traveled extensively throughout many regions- specifically to investigate every dark cave and ancient ruin he can find. He has since made quite a name for himself in certain circles and though his insatiable wanderlust has forced him to turn down multiple internships and job offers, he occasionally pitches his tent for a while if he can be enticed with a particularly juicy fossil dig or tablet decryption.
Personality: Adrian is intensely friendly without reservation. Despite his ability to spend an hour and a half describing in detail the colour, smell and texture of the Heracross dung sample he collected, he can be quite charming and charismatic and after about five minutes in his presence he suddenly feels like a close childhood friend. He loves reading people, prying into their lives and goes right for their most sensitive spots. He is honest and blunt, also quite open about himself- a little too open. Particularly about his surprisingly rich and colourful dating history. In the last few years he has settled down a little, though his overall attitude is still quite zealous and flirtatious.
Appearance: Somewhat small and scrawny in his younger years Adrian has recently filled out without noticing, shooting up several inches and putting on quite a bit of muscle. He is mixed Indian and black with a shock of dark brown hair in desperate need of a cut and warm brown eyes behind thick-rimmed rectangular glasses. He has wine-stain birthmarks in a loose diagonal pattern from the right of his chin to the left of his forehead and scattered across the right side of his body. He has a wide, strong nose and his full lips are usually curled into a confident, amiable smile. He has absolutely no interest or sense of fashion, wearing leather sandals with socks and shorts and short-sleeved shirts with breast pockets in all the colours of the rainbow between tan and khaki. He has a necklace made of an old shoelace, a silver spoon bent into a circle dangling as a pendant.
Pokemon:
Sandshrew- Eureka
Seaking- Flappy
Unown(? type) - Query
Age: 20
Biography: Adopted as a young child by a pair of aging Pokemon scientists, Adrian was raised on Cinnabar Island in Kanto until the eruption forced the family to relocate to the mainland. With his parents' support and encouragement Adrian blossomed academically and followed in their footsteps, setting out on his journey to become a Pokemon archeologist. He has traveled extensively throughout many regions- specifically to investigate every dark cave and ancient ruin he can find. He has since made quite a name for himself in certain circles and though his insatiable wanderlust has forced him to turn down multiple internships and job offers, he occasionally pitches his tent for a while if he can be enticed with a particularly juicy fossil dig or tablet decryption.
Personality: Adrian is intensely friendly without reservation. Despite his ability to spend an hour and a half describing in detail the colour, smell and texture of the Heracross dung sample he collected, he can be quite charming and charismatic and after about five minutes in his presence he suddenly feels like a close childhood friend. He loves reading people, prying into their lives and goes right for their most sensitive spots. He is honest and blunt, also quite open about himself- a little too open. Particularly about his surprisingly rich and colourful dating history. In the last few years he has settled down a little, though his overall attitude is still quite zealous and flirtatious.
Appearance: Somewhat small and scrawny in his younger years Adrian has recently filled out without noticing, shooting up several inches and putting on quite a bit of muscle. He is mixed Indian and black with a shock of dark brown hair in desperate need of a cut and warm brown eyes behind thick-rimmed rectangular glasses. He has wine-stain birthmarks in a loose diagonal pattern from the right of his chin to the left of his forehead and scattered across the right side of his body. He has a wide, strong nose and his full lips are usually curled into a confident, amiable smile. He has absolutely no interest or sense of fashion, wearing leather sandals with socks and shorts and short-sleeved shirts with breast pockets in all the colours of the rainbow between tan and khaki. He has a necklace made of an old shoelace, a silver spoon bent into a circle dangling as a pendant.
Pokemon:
Sandshrew- Eureka
Seaking- Flappy
Unown(? type) - Query
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