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dreamsofahero) wrote2012-07-17 07:34 am
dreamsofahero) wrote2012-07-17 07:34 am
[Route 29] Video/Action - Blackthorn City (Dragon's Den)
Even Sion had to admit that the past couple of days had been pretty miserable. Oh, it was still well within the bounds of tolerance, at least by his standards, but miserable nonetheless. Of course, having seen the news (TVs really were remarkable devices, he still thought even now) he already had an idea what to expect from the moment he and Ryner first started exhibiting the symptoms, but either he'd underestimated how bad it would be, or they'd been hit with a worse case than usual, rendering them both nearly bedridden for the last couple days. And to top it off, as though being ill weren't bad enough, he could feel the gradual but steady changes it had been making to his body in the process, a sensation that was made no more pleasant by its familiarity.
Sion sighed and rubbed his eyes as he sat up, feeling the smooth edges of the ridge that curved back into a pair of crest-like horns. He would probably have to do something about that eventually, most certainly before he got back to Roland, but for now it could remain a secondary concern. Instead he forced back the lingering tiredness and the last traces of illness and stood, glancing around the room as he dressed. Ryner slept on; for once, Sion was disinclined to wake him, knowing he probably needed the extra sleep for once. Dusk was watching them intently, with the poise that meant the absol was unsure whether a potential concern was worth the hassle of convincing Sion to listen to her. Sion smiled wryly at that; it was probably to be expected, but he felt well enough now, and didn't relish the idea of sitting around the stuffy inn room any longer than necessary. In fact.... Perhaps he could take his team for another quick session at the Dragon's Den, he mused. The cool cavern certainly seemed an appealing idea right now, and it wouldn't be much use patrolling the city by himself right now with Ryner asleep anyway.
So that was decided. He paused to collect the pokéballs he'd need for his team- Dusk, of course, and Jina, as the glaceon was a natural choice against a cave full of dragon-types. In fact, Sion doubted said glaceon would let him leave without him today, with the way he'd been refusing to leave Sion's side almost from the moment he'd woken up. Sion chuckled softly at that as he stroked the glaceon's fur. Was it just him, or was Jina particularly easy to read today...? No matter, he thought, as he continued on to gather up most the rest of his usual team.
When he came to Fio the arcanine, however, he hesitated. For some reason, even just thinking about the fire-type made him feel almost uncomfortably warm. Sion grimaced a little at that thought. Either he was still more ill than he thought, or this mysterious disease had even more annoying side effects than he'd reckoned on. He could fight his way through it, of course, he'd dealt with worse before, but even so...
Sion glanced at Ryner where his friend still slept on. He knew Ryner's own pokémon would keep close watch over him, but a little extra couldn't hurt, could it?
"...Fio, keep an eye on Ryner for when he wakes up," Sion said, softly enough so as not to wake Ryner. The arcanine woofed a quiet assent, and stood to cross the small room over to the side with Ryner's bed. Sion found himself hurriedly stepping out of the way and stifling a small gasp as Fio passed too close, and the arcanine for his part kept giving him and his behavior odd looks. Clearly the sooner he got out of here for a while the better, Sion thought as he finally moved toward the door, and fervently hoped that these last vestiges of the illness would be out of his system soon. The last thing he needed was to be rendered overly sensitive to heat at the height of summer, after all...
He paused at the door to glance back, Dusk and Jina at his heels, the others in their balls, then quietly shut the door and went on his way. He could spend some time thinking about how to deal with this while he searched for dragons to battle.
*The feed blinks on to blur of shapes and colors flowing past, which after a moment or two resolve themselves into the backdrop of the entire of a cavern of some sort, zooming past as the 'gear flies one way and then another. A few more moments, and the flashes of color and occasional cry of a pokémon explains just what's going on- it seems a serperior, ampharos, and dratini are playing a game of "whack the 'gear back and forth with your tail". This continues for a good minute or two, the participants obviously unaware or uncaring that they're being recorded, showing enough of the cave that the astute observer may identify it as the Dragon's Den by Blackthorn City, and also revealing a slightly agitated-looking absol pacing and glancing about a short distance away. Finally, though, there's a sudden urgent-sounding "Ser! Perior!" followed by an affirmative "Amph!", and the 'gear abruptly stops its journey and is set on the ground, giving a view down the cavern from behind the ampharos's legs.
Almost immediately, a rather satisfied-looking glaceon trots into view, with Sion following immediately behind it. Sion's now sporting an almost crystalline-looking pair of horns sweeping back from his forehead like a crest, a side effect compliments of the recent mysterious outbreak, and the awkward fit of his clothes in a few places suggests there's more similar mutations unseen. He pauses as he catches sight of the quartet of pokémon, eyes quickly taking in the situation*
Fen...
*Sion frowns in the direction of the ampharos and the half-hidden 'gear, but before he can speak again the absol suddenly leaps forward with a cry*
Dusk? What...?
*his words are lost however as with a roar a large dragon comes crashing through a boulder to the side of the path, plainly on the attack. More startling, however, is that it's apparently ignoring the various gathered pokémon, instead swinging its outstretched claws straight at Sion, whose eyes go wide in surprise even as his own pokémon dash forward to try to intercept, sending the now-forgotten 'gear tumbling.
The last the camera catches is the sound of roars and shouts, and a flash of light followed by everything going an icy white before the feed finally cuts out*
((All network replies will be ICly delayed by a half-hour to an hour or so.))
Sion sighed and rubbed his eyes as he sat up, feeling the smooth edges of the ridge that curved back into a pair of crest-like horns. He would probably have to do something about that eventually, most certainly before he got back to Roland, but for now it could remain a secondary concern. Instead he forced back the lingering tiredness and the last traces of illness and stood, glancing around the room as he dressed. Ryner slept on; for once, Sion was disinclined to wake him, knowing he probably needed the extra sleep for once. Dusk was watching them intently, with the poise that meant the absol was unsure whether a potential concern was worth the hassle of convincing Sion to listen to her. Sion smiled wryly at that; it was probably to be expected, but he felt well enough now, and didn't relish the idea of sitting around the stuffy inn room any longer than necessary. In fact.... Perhaps he could take his team for another quick session at the Dragon's Den, he mused. The cool cavern certainly seemed an appealing idea right now, and it wouldn't be much use patrolling the city by himself right now with Ryner asleep anyway.
So that was decided. He paused to collect the pokéballs he'd need for his team- Dusk, of course, and Jina, as the glaceon was a natural choice against a cave full of dragon-types. In fact, Sion doubted said glaceon would let him leave without him today, with the way he'd been refusing to leave Sion's side almost from the moment he'd woken up. Sion chuckled softly at that as he stroked the glaceon's fur. Was it just him, or was Jina particularly easy to read today...? No matter, he thought, as he continued on to gather up most the rest of his usual team.
When he came to Fio the arcanine, however, he hesitated. For some reason, even just thinking about the fire-type made him feel almost uncomfortably warm. Sion grimaced a little at that thought. Either he was still more ill than he thought, or this mysterious disease had even more annoying side effects than he'd reckoned on. He could fight his way through it, of course, he'd dealt with worse before, but even so...
Sion glanced at Ryner where his friend still slept on. He knew Ryner's own pokémon would keep close watch over him, but a little extra couldn't hurt, could it?
"...Fio, keep an eye on Ryner for when he wakes up," Sion said, softly enough so as not to wake Ryner. The arcanine woofed a quiet assent, and stood to cross the small room over to the side with Ryner's bed. Sion found himself hurriedly stepping out of the way and stifling a small gasp as Fio passed too close, and the arcanine for his part kept giving him and his behavior odd looks. Clearly the sooner he got out of here for a while the better, Sion thought as he finally moved toward the door, and fervently hoped that these last vestiges of the illness would be out of his system soon. The last thing he needed was to be rendered overly sensitive to heat at the height of summer, after all...
He paused at the door to glance back, Dusk and Jina at his heels, the others in their balls, then quietly shut the door and went on his way. He could spend some time thinking about how to deal with this while he searched for dragons to battle.
*The feed blinks on to blur of shapes and colors flowing past, which after a moment or two resolve themselves into the backdrop of the entire of a cavern of some sort, zooming past as the 'gear flies one way and then another. A few more moments, and the flashes of color and occasional cry of a pokémon explains just what's going on- it seems a serperior, ampharos, and dratini are playing a game of "whack the 'gear back and forth with your tail". This continues for a good minute or two, the participants obviously unaware or uncaring that they're being recorded, showing enough of the cave that the astute observer may identify it as the Dragon's Den by Blackthorn City, and also revealing a slightly agitated-looking absol pacing and glancing about a short distance away. Finally, though, there's a sudden urgent-sounding "Ser! Perior!" followed by an affirmative "Amph!", and the 'gear abruptly stops its journey and is set on the ground, giving a view down the cavern from behind the ampharos's legs.
Almost immediately, a rather satisfied-looking glaceon trots into view, with Sion following immediately behind it. Sion's now sporting an almost crystalline-looking pair of horns sweeping back from his forehead like a crest, a side effect compliments of the recent mysterious outbreak, and the awkward fit of his clothes in a few places suggests there's more similar mutations unseen. He pauses as he catches sight of the quartet of pokémon, eyes quickly taking in the situation*
Fen...
*Sion frowns in the direction of the ampharos and the half-hidden 'gear, but before he can speak again the absol suddenly leaps forward with a cry*
Dusk? What...?
*his words are lost however as with a roar a large dragon comes crashing through a boulder to the side of the path, plainly on the attack. More startling, however, is that it's apparently ignoring the various gathered pokémon, instead swinging its outstretched claws straight at Sion, whose eyes go wide in surprise even as his own pokémon dash forward to try to intercept, sending the now-forgotten 'gear tumbling.
The last the camera catches is the sound of roars and shouts, and a flash of light followed by everything going an icy white before the feed finally cuts out*
((All network replies will be ICly delayed by a half-hour to an hour or so.))