[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Dragonstrike]

Damn. This probably came much harsher than she intended it to be. Causing conflict or even the slightest bit of distress was the very least thing she wanted. Vincent probably didn't mean in, given his attitude and the fact that he walked with a cane at the age of...late-twenty? Yeah, he has all reasons to be grumpy. Forgiving this comment from his side might be better decision than holding grudges. She might apologise later. … Or not. Better not wake a sleeping dragon.

When it rains, it pours, they say... Gladly, the Pokemon Center was just a few meters away, so she was not forced to endure the rainfall that long. Running across a wet street, overshadowed by the mountains at the horizon surely had something though – something melodic. Melancholic. Refreshing. It surely soothed her a little.

She entered the Center through the well-known automatic door. Ah, it was sensibly warm and bight in there... Much more comfortable than outside, indeed. They weren't filled with the typical „sterile“ scent of a hospital.

As soon as she heard the door close behind her though, she felt her former zist for action fade almost immediatly. What was she thinking to just head off directly into a challenge to battle?! She hasn't even gotten the change to interact with her Startermon yet! At least, they were inside a Pokemon Center anyway. And Nathan will accompany her. Hopefully, he will arrive shortly here, since she wasn't even sure how to attend and accept mentioned battle properly...

Until then, she might as well use that time... Stepping aside from the entrance (finally, get your head out of the clouds), she turned left to the lounge area, and placed her bagback onto a free table. Rummaging around a little in it, she soon found what she was looking for – Cottonee's pokeball. She faced it for a moment, then enlarged it and threw it an arm's lenght vertically into the air, calling out what it contained.

There wasn't anything particulary „special“ about this little cottonball, as it hovered some centimeters above the tabletop. And if, she had to find out at first. It faced its seemingly new owner, looking curious about doing anything. This „new owner“ stared back before speaking to it in a soft tone.

„Okay, lil' Cottonee... I know that I appear to be your Master from now on, and that I will be responsible for your wellbeing. Don't worry about that, I will do whatever is possible to make you enjoy my company. I know we haven't gotten to know one another yet, not even speaking of bonding, but could you please do me the favor and obey me for battle we're attending way earlier than I actually expected?“

Creature spoken to carefully listened, what followed then could loosely be described a a playful contest in staring... Cottonee seemed to consider something, Shiva was just waiting for a response. This response came into a little chirp ( - I'm sorry, I have no idea how the cry of a Cottonee would be like... - ) and something that could be called a smile (with some imagination), before it floated a little higher and placed itself on top of her head. Ehm... lolz? Was that a „yes“? Apperantly... at least, it didn't seem to mind that her hair was slighty moist, probably this will dry out during in-door battle. How adorable though; from what it seems to look like, it already accepted her as an owner.



(Okay, looks like this thing is going to get serious. Once Nathan joined me here, feel free to bring up the battle, Iron. May the dice be favorable to us...)

Nathan walked into the Pokemon Canter to find Shiva just staring at her Cottonee.  Come to think of it, he hadn't seen that Cottonee outside of its pokeball until now...Trying to focus, he contemplated the situation.  'Hmmm....the upcoming battle might be a little rough.  There's two of us though, so maybe we'll be able to manage it...well, while we're waiting for Nurse Joy, guess I'll go and join her.'

Nathan walks up to the table and sits down next to her, attempting to strike up a casual conversation.  "So, you feeling a little nervous about this too?"  Nathan didn't feel too nervous, but there was a hint of anxiety creeping in at the back of his mind.  This would be Ralts's first battle with him, if not his first period.  And knowing nothing but growl to boot.  He hoped this would all be worth it in the end...and then there was the matter of him just leaving Larry to Vincent, Ventus, and whatever was in that snake nest.  While he did want Larry to prove himself to him, there was the tiniest lingering thought that it could go horribly wrong creeping into his consciousness as well...