04-22-2024, 11:04 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-22-2024, 11:09 AM by Pokekitty2.)
Music: Arriving in Bayhama (Start at 02:25)
The sun sparkles off the lapping waves, throwing fragments of brilliant crystal light into the air. The sound of the waves bumping up against the dock is a gentle backdrop, a calming lullaby: *fsshh- shwooo- fsshh- shwooo-*
The sound of the people milling about on the dock and further into the port district is calming, too, a gentle song of murmurs and calls.
The warm sun beats down,
and the waves lap,
and the people call,
shouts and murmurs,
shfffting waves,
pulsing...
warmth...
zzzzzz
"-Sylvia!"
The espeon on the boat's railing jerks awake, and barely manages to keep itself from slipping over the edge. A burly man bustles over towards her, speaking with worry in his voice.
"Sylvia, ya scared me! Been lookin' fer ya. We really aughta get goin' now," he continues as the espeon hops off the railing and, tail high, begins sauntering towards the gangway. "The embassy is waitin' fer us, ya'know, so don't be runnin' oft like that-" He stops short at the bottom of the gangway, where a couple police are giving directions to troubled-looking travelers.
"'ey! What's going on?" calls an impatient-looking traveler in a green pinstriped suit. "-I'm sorry, sir-" continues one of the policemen- "Bayhama is entering a temporary lockdown. As I said, all citizens are being asked to find their places of residence, and all non-essential businesses are closed."
The burly man takes off his hat to run a hand through his thinning hair, and looks at the Espeon. "Well, Sylvia, I- Um- Sir!" he calls out to one of the policemen. "Is the embassy closed, as well?"
"Sorry, but yes. You'll have to- oh!" The officer notices the espeon. "Are you a trainer, sir?"
"Well- um- but- Sylvia, you see- ah-"
"If you could, we've been requesting assistance from trainers. The normal forces are quite buisy, you see, with the festival and all. Any chance you could assist?"
"Well- um-" the burly man begins again, before the espeon steps forwards. It looks up at the police officer and gives them a nod, before turning to look expectantly at the burly man.
"Well- ah, but the embassy's closed anyway, eh... Ah, fine. What ken we do?"
"Much obliged, sir. If you could follow me, I'll take you to one of our dispatch centers."
As the espeon and the burly man follow the police officer, the burly man mutters, "I did not sign up fer this."
(Windos: Match me up with anyone, but Dodger's crew would be my preference)
The sun sparkles off the lapping waves, throwing fragments of brilliant crystal light into the air. The sound of the waves bumping up against the dock is a gentle backdrop, a calming lullaby: *fsshh- shwooo- fsshh- shwooo-*
The sound of the people milling about on the dock and further into the port district is calming, too, a gentle song of murmurs and calls.
The warm sun beats down,
and the waves lap,
and the people call,
shouts and murmurs,
shfffting waves,
pulsing...
warmth...
zzzzzz
"-Sylvia!"
The espeon on the boat's railing jerks awake, and barely manages to keep itself from slipping over the edge. A burly man bustles over towards her, speaking with worry in his voice.
"Sylvia, ya scared me! Been lookin' fer ya. We really aughta get goin' now," he continues as the espeon hops off the railing and, tail high, begins sauntering towards the gangway. "The embassy is waitin' fer us, ya'know, so don't be runnin' oft like that-" He stops short at the bottom of the gangway, where a couple police are giving directions to troubled-looking travelers.
"'ey! What's going on?" calls an impatient-looking traveler in a green pinstriped suit. "-I'm sorry, sir-" continues one of the policemen- "Bayhama is entering a temporary lockdown. As I said, all citizens are being asked to find their places of residence, and all non-essential businesses are closed."
The burly man takes off his hat to run a hand through his thinning hair, and looks at the Espeon. "Well, Sylvia, I- Um- Sir!" he calls out to one of the policemen. "Is the embassy closed, as well?"
"Sorry, but yes. You'll have to- oh!" The officer notices the espeon. "Are you a trainer, sir?"
"Well- um- but- Sylvia, you see- ah-"
"If you could, we've been requesting assistance from trainers. The normal forces are quite buisy, you see, with the festival and all. Any chance you could assist?"
"Well- um-" the burly man begins again, before the espeon steps forwards. It looks up at the police officer and gives them a nod, before turning to look expectantly at the burly man.
"Well- ah, but the embassy's closed anyway, eh... Ah, fine. What ken we do?"
"Much obliged, sir. If you could follow me, I'll take you to one of our dispatch centers."
As the espeon and the burly man follow the police officer, the burly man mutters, "I did not sign up fer this."
(Windos: Match me up with anyone, but Dodger's crew would be my preference)
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