06-26-2018, 06:18 PM
A ripple, at first, then a wave.
The sea was like a rippling blanket of azure. Squabbling seagulls flew overhead, harassing the beachgoers in their endless hunger. Gannets dive bombed the stretched surface of the sea, far out from shore. The horizon was edged with a silver tint, a cormorant flew into that place where the sun and water meet, its wings a blur of motion as he soon faded from sight.
The slurpy slapping of the sea was muted, a metronomic murmur. The waves were merely snoozing, sluggish and slumbering in the midday sun. They dribbled up to the sands of the beaches, then shuddered and drizzled their sea spray onto its surface, whisking the stones before releasing. A current of cold electricity passed through the air and the wind whipped up.
Sloshing, swollen to its confined depths, it’s cavernous bowels stirred, a growling from the fathoms. Suddenly, stone dashed sand teemed as the sea hissed, polished and lashed the pebbled before sloshing back. It hissed, slipped, dashed the sand and released.
The echo of a raspy rumbling from the sea reached them, a tremulousness to fear. The waves licked at a cliff of a sheltered cove, then paused and pounced with malice at it’s ankle, slamming the rock before releasing, a rumour of its malevolence. The wind died down. The sea bubbled. Trembling, throbbing to its own rotten beat, its malicious soul stirred, a warning from the ages. Suddenly, rip-tide rolls heaved as the sea foamed, crashed and pounded the cliff-foot before sloshing back. It foamed and frothed, plunged down hard and pummelled the hated cliffs; it lathered and lacerated, bucked waves and buckled itself; it smacked and smashed, surging waves expunging its awful rage.
Its hissy fit over, it swelled once more, juddered and was still.
The clone inhaled deeply; humid, briny air flooded her nostrils. Her young companion giggled, atop her shoulder, finally home.
“Alright, kid, it’s time to show me the way back, huh?” Laura spoke, addressing her partner.
“Well, uh,” Cubone hesitated, “the quickest way back is through the city there,” he gestured widely down at Costa Del Sol before them, “but that’s where the men in white come from, Stormtroopers, I think they’re called.”
Kinney sighed, her head hung dejectedly for a moment, “There’s nothing stopping us from wandering through, though, right?”
“No, I guess not.” the Pokemon muttered, almost apprehensively.
“No sense in hanging around then.” 23 spoke, rolling her shoulder. Cubone chortled, jostled around by the clone’s movements as she set off into the hubbub of the city that sprawled out in front of them.
A deep, bassy thrum of music reverberated through the bustling streets of the city, drowned out by the chorus of happy tourists, static lined radio chatter and the quiet rumbling of a procession in a nearby district, the so-called Party District. Dotted in between the vibrant, colorful city wanderers, men dressed in white suits of armor, carrying black rifles, trudged the pavements, ever vigilant in their patrol.
Kinney glanced around the busy street, muttering quietly to herself as she pushed her way into the crowd. She reached up and curled a hand around the Pokemon’s tiny calf, holding him in place as best she could. Cubone, quite happy in his perch, grinned to himself beneath his morbid mask and craned around the back of Laura’s head, peering into shop fronts and restaurants, wonder and intrigue ever present in the creature’s eyes.
“What’s the plan, then?” Kinney inquired, “Which way do I need to head?”
“Uh, to the coast,” Cubone began, “we’ll need to get a boat.. Cinnabar is a boat ride away. There might be a dock where we can borrow one.” The Pokemon raised it’s tiny hand, gesturing directly in front of them, to which the Clone nodded and continued to push her way through the crowd, pulling the attention of a couple of Stormtroopers as a tourist called out in anger at being pushed aside. Kinney groaned and decided to adopt a more tactful approach, slipping between tourists, rather than brute forcing her way through.
The Clone weaved through the crowd, sidling her way through tourist and trooper alike. She sighed to herself, crowds always had a way of setting her on edge, far from claustrophobic, but a very real sense of tension and uneasiness. She wrung her hands idly at her stomach, a vague grimace creeping across her features. Kinney huffed and pushed her way to the edge of the crowd, finding a little solace as she stood in a small crevice between shops.
“Miss! Miss! You look like you could use a break!” A little old woman approached the duo, a toothy grin plastered upon her wrinkled face. She reached up, a bundle of lei’s clutched in her clammy hands, one placed over Kinney’s head, the other twisted a couple of times and laid to rest upon Cubone’s shoulders.
“There’s a spa, not far down the road, you could put your feet up, get a massage.. I’ll even get you a nice discount, huh? How’s that sound?” The woman rambled, despite the Clone’s silent protest in the form of wafting her hands around in whatever small space the woman had left between them.
“We don’t have time!” Cuboned squeaked, “We’ve got to get back to Cinnabar as soon as we can, everyone’ll be out looking for me! But we can come back when we’re done, right?” The Pokemon’s tone grew helpful as he stared over at 23, gently swaying her to his train of thought.
“We’ll see.. We’ve gotta get going though,” Kinney relented, shifted by the Pokemon’s demeanour, “We’ll be back in a couple days, I guess.” She nodded to the little old woman and set off, quickly, back into the crowd. Laura snorted a laugh, Cubone’s pluck was infectious, she couldn’t help but melt a little as the Pokemon decided their plans way ahead of time. She shook her head, smirking wryly as they joined the crowd again, quietly determined.
The sea was like a rippling blanket of azure. Squabbling seagulls flew overhead, harassing the beachgoers in their endless hunger. Gannets dive bombed the stretched surface of the sea, far out from shore. The horizon was edged with a silver tint, a cormorant flew into that place where the sun and water meet, its wings a blur of motion as he soon faded from sight.
The slurpy slapping of the sea was muted, a metronomic murmur. The waves were merely snoozing, sluggish and slumbering in the midday sun. They dribbled up to the sands of the beaches, then shuddered and drizzled their sea spray onto its surface, whisking the stones before releasing. A current of cold electricity passed through the air and the wind whipped up.
Sloshing, swollen to its confined depths, it’s cavernous bowels stirred, a growling from the fathoms. Suddenly, stone dashed sand teemed as the sea hissed, polished and lashed the pebbled before sloshing back. It hissed, slipped, dashed the sand and released.
The echo of a raspy rumbling from the sea reached them, a tremulousness to fear. The waves licked at a cliff of a sheltered cove, then paused and pounced with malice at it’s ankle, slamming the rock before releasing, a rumour of its malevolence. The wind died down. The sea bubbled. Trembling, throbbing to its own rotten beat, its malicious soul stirred, a warning from the ages. Suddenly, rip-tide rolls heaved as the sea foamed, crashed and pounded the cliff-foot before sloshing back. It foamed and frothed, plunged down hard and pummelled the hated cliffs; it lathered and lacerated, bucked waves and buckled itself; it smacked and smashed, surging waves expunging its awful rage.
Its hissy fit over, it swelled once more, juddered and was still.
The clone inhaled deeply; humid, briny air flooded her nostrils. Her young companion giggled, atop her shoulder, finally home.
“Alright, kid, it’s time to show me the way back, huh?” Laura spoke, addressing her partner.
“Well, uh,” Cubone hesitated, “the quickest way back is through the city there,” he gestured widely down at Costa Del Sol before them, “but that’s where the men in white come from, Stormtroopers, I think they’re called.”
Kinney sighed, her head hung dejectedly for a moment, “There’s nothing stopping us from wandering through, though, right?”
“No, I guess not.” the Pokemon muttered, almost apprehensively.
“No sense in hanging around then.” 23 spoke, rolling her shoulder. Cubone chortled, jostled around by the clone’s movements as she set off into the hubbub of the city that sprawled out in front of them.
A deep, bassy thrum of music reverberated through the bustling streets of the city, drowned out by the chorus of happy tourists, static lined radio chatter and the quiet rumbling of a procession in a nearby district, the so-called Party District. Dotted in between the vibrant, colorful city wanderers, men dressed in white suits of armor, carrying black rifles, trudged the pavements, ever vigilant in their patrol.
Kinney glanced around the busy street, muttering quietly to herself as she pushed her way into the crowd. She reached up and curled a hand around the Pokemon’s tiny calf, holding him in place as best she could. Cubone, quite happy in his perch, grinned to himself beneath his morbid mask and craned around the back of Laura’s head, peering into shop fronts and restaurants, wonder and intrigue ever present in the creature’s eyes.
“What’s the plan, then?” Kinney inquired, “Which way do I need to head?”
“Uh, to the coast,” Cubone began, “we’ll need to get a boat.. Cinnabar is a boat ride away. There might be a dock where we can borrow one.” The Pokemon raised it’s tiny hand, gesturing directly in front of them, to which the Clone nodded and continued to push her way through the crowd, pulling the attention of a couple of Stormtroopers as a tourist called out in anger at being pushed aside. Kinney groaned and decided to adopt a more tactful approach, slipping between tourists, rather than brute forcing her way through.
The Clone weaved through the crowd, sidling her way through tourist and trooper alike. She sighed to herself, crowds always had a way of setting her on edge, far from claustrophobic, but a very real sense of tension and uneasiness. She wrung her hands idly at her stomach, a vague grimace creeping across her features. Kinney huffed and pushed her way to the edge of the crowd, finding a little solace as she stood in a small crevice between shops.
“Miss! Miss! You look like you could use a break!” A little old woman approached the duo, a toothy grin plastered upon her wrinkled face. She reached up, a bundle of lei’s clutched in her clammy hands, one placed over Kinney’s head, the other twisted a couple of times and laid to rest upon Cubone’s shoulders.
“There’s a spa, not far down the road, you could put your feet up, get a massage.. I’ll even get you a nice discount, huh? How’s that sound?” The woman rambled, despite the Clone’s silent protest in the form of wafting her hands around in whatever small space the woman had left between them.
“We don’t have time!” Cuboned squeaked, “We’ve got to get back to Cinnabar as soon as we can, everyone’ll be out looking for me! But we can come back when we’re done, right?” The Pokemon’s tone grew helpful as he stared over at 23, gently swaying her to his train of thought.
“We’ll see.. We’ve gotta get going though,” Kinney relented, shifted by the Pokemon’s demeanour, “We’ll be back in a couple days, I guess.” She nodded to the little old woman and set off, quickly, back into the crowd. Laura snorted a laugh, Cubone’s pluck was infectious, she couldn’t help but melt a little as the Pokemon decided their plans way ahead of time. She shook her head, smirking wryly as they joined the crowd again, quietly determined.
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