04-18-2015, 08:22 PM
Several hours passed before Michael began regaining consciousness, disoriented and confused. Where was he again...? And why was there a weight constantly pressing down on his chest… Oh. Upon opening his eyes, Michael realized that that weight was Charmander, still peacefully snoozing on his chest. How he’d managed to sleep through all that commotion Michael would never know.
“Come on Charmander, time to wake up…” Michael said, gently jostling the pokémon awake.
“M..huh?” Was the sound Charmander made as he raised his head, eyes barely cracked open as he wondered why he had to wake up. He’d been so comfortable too… Maybe he should just go back to sleep. Yeah, maybe…
Charmander just let his head rest again on Michael’s chest, soon quietly snoozing again. Michael was mostly surprised he’d even managed to wake the pokémon up at all. He was out pretty good back when that little sea monster incident went down. Michael sighed, and assuming he’d just have to be dealing with sleeping Charmander for a while he made to stand up.
It wasn’t as easy as he’d hoped it would be. Though Charmander was light, it was a little awkward picking him up and standing at the same time. He eventually managed to do this however, and cradled the sleeping pokémon against his chest as he started planning his next move.
Alright, so they had no idea where they were, and were most likely nowhere near where they needed to be, so the first order of business was to get off this island and back to… No, they couldn’t go back to Costa del Sol. That’d be a bad idea, what with that angry army guy sicking his men on them. Well, when they found a boat they’d most likely have more options to choose from aside from that place. They also needed to find a boat… Where could they find a boat? Looking to the shoreline the wreckage of their meager boat was strewn about the beach and beyond repair. Not that it’d be a good option. The kind of luck that brought them here would most likely never happen again to anyone. They needed to… Hey wait, what’s that?
Looking just into the forest behind them a sign was visible, the words GRAND FIGHTING FESTIVAL printed there in massive lettering, taking up the entirety of the sign. There were several of them in fact, making a sort of path through the foliage. Well that’s convenient.
Holding the still snoozing Charmander Michael began making his way through the forest, hoping that this decision to head to the Grand Fighting Festival wouldn’t end as badly as all of his other decisions thus far.
Eventually they stood at the entrance to the grand Coliseum, vacant of any people aside from the bear bouncer standing guard at the door itself. He quickly spotted Michael and felt a wave of anger wash over him. It was humans that got him stuck out here instead of watching the festival (and a pokémon prime), and if this one wanted in too he would show him no mercy. Then he spotted Charmander, and he prayed that this one wasn’t some sort of important official as well. Or their son, considering their visible age, or even a prime for that matter, Omni forbid.
Michael looked apprehensively at the unfortunately intimidating bouncer, almost turning back from whence he came in favor of trying to talk to him, but steeled himself. It’d be stupid to just go wandering through the forest in hopes that they’d stumble upon civilization. In the end, he had to talk to this bouncer bear. Michael approached the bouncer confidently, hoping none of his reservations were obvious in his movements or demeanor. Throughout his approach the bear pokémon stared daggers at him, not helping his confidence in the slightest.
When he finally got close as he could get himself Michael asked the most obvious question first. “Excuse me, sorry if I’m bothering you-”
“You are, actually.” Ursarang interrupted in a purposefully rude manner.
Wishing he were anywhere but there, Michael somehow managed to continue “Eh… Sorry, but have you seen anyone who may be this little guy’s parents?”
Curious, Ursarang raised an eyebrow, and he looked down to take a closer look at the little pokémon the human carried in his arms.
At just that moment Charmander finally finished sleeping, opening his eyes and looking up at the bouncer who was looking back down right towards him.
When the little pokémon opened his eyes he couldn’t help but calm down a little at the sight of the child, and when charmander in turn saw this he saw someone stern and aggressive, yet docile and caring at the same time. In the ursarang he saw his father, and his face lit up at the sight. It reminded him of home.
Then, finally, as he looked into Charmander’s eyes his heart practically melted. The way the kid looked up at him, so innocent and pure, he couldn’t stay mad even if he wanted to. He looked back up at the human and his gaze hardened again, yet he responded in a way that surprised both Michael and the bouncer.
“I might’ve. …I’ll let you in, but ONLY go to the stands. That’s the one place you’ll find them if they’re here. If you cause ANY trouble, I…” He paused. He didn’t want to get too graphic; he might scare the kid. In a “just between adults” way, he finished “There will be consequences. Understand?”
Michael nodded, and the bouncer stepped aside, letting the still surprised human and little charmander pass into the coliseum. It occurred to him that there was no way he wouldn’t get fired after this. He sighed, and stepped back in front of the door again. He wasn’t sure if it was worth it.
Michael obediently hurried along, none too eager to face the wrath of the bouncer who had for some odd reason he’d never understand let them inside when he didn’t even ask if he could. It was just… confusing. Michael wasn’t going to complain though. At the very least they’d be watching something neat if they didn’t find what they came to look for.
Just before the two entered the seating area for the coliseum the crow went up into an uproar, the sound near deafening even from where they were. Obviously something big had happened that they’d unfortunately missed, and Michael couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. What had happened? Would they ever know? Would they still be able to find out if they hurried up?
At that last thought that’s just what Michael did, and quickly found himself in the glaring light of the sun again, standing at the railings high above the arena itself making sure nobody accidentally fell in.
Earlier there most likely would’ve been an uproar just at Michael’s sudden appearance, but the drama going on in the arena was just too captivating. Not only that, but they felt a little more at ease with random humans now that they were rooting for a whole team of them (plus one pokémon (who also just happened to be a prime)). To the pokémon in the stands, Michael practically didn’t even exist.
Michael knew nothing about these things however, and was just curious to see what was going on in the arena. Unfortunately, he had just missed everything; the ground was void of any people whatsoever. Sighing, he went back to do what he came to do in the first place, and began scanning the crowd behind him for anyone who looked similar to Charmander.
“Come on Charmander, time to wake up…” Michael said, gently jostling the pokémon awake.
“M..huh?” Was the sound Charmander made as he raised his head, eyes barely cracked open as he wondered why he had to wake up. He’d been so comfortable too… Maybe he should just go back to sleep. Yeah, maybe…
Charmander just let his head rest again on Michael’s chest, soon quietly snoozing again. Michael was mostly surprised he’d even managed to wake the pokémon up at all. He was out pretty good back when that little sea monster incident went down. Michael sighed, and assuming he’d just have to be dealing with sleeping Charmander for a while he made to stand up.
It wasn’t as easy as he’d hoped it would be. Though Charmander was light, it was a little awkward picking him up and standing at the same time. He eventually managed to do this however, and cradled the sleeping pokémon against his chest as he started planning his next move.
Alright, so they had no idea where they were, and were most likely nowhere near where they needed to be, so the first order of business was to get off this island and back to… No, they couldn’t go back to Costa del Sol. That’d be a bad idea, what with that angry army guy sicking his men on them. Well, when they found a boat they’d most likely have more options to choose from aside from that place. They also needed to find a boat… Where could they find a boat? Looking to the shoreline the wreckage of their meager boat was strewn about the beach and beyond repair. Not that it’d be a good option. The kind of luck that brought them here would most likely never happen again to anyone. They needed to… Hey wait, what’s that?
Looking just into the forest behind them a sign was visible, the words GRAND FIGHTING FESTIVAL printed there in massive lettering, taking up the entirety of the sign. There were several of them in fact, making a sort of path through the foliage. Well that’s convenient.
Holding the still snoozing Charmander Michael began making his way through the forest, hoping that this decision to head to the Grand Fighting Festival wouldn’t end as badly as all of his other decisions thus far.
Eventually they stood at the entrance to the grand Coliseum, vacant of any people aside from the bear bouncer standing guard at the door itself. He quickly spotted Michael and felt a wave of anger wash over him. It was humans that got him stuck out here instead of watching the festival (and a pokémon prime), and if this one wanted in too he would show him no mercy. Then he spotted Charmander, and he prayed that this one wasn’t some sort of important official as well. Or their son, considering their visible age, or even a prime for that matter, Omni forbid.
Michael looked apprehensively at the unfortunately intimidating bouncer, almost turning back from whence he came in favor of trying to talk to him, but steeled himself. It’d be stupid to just go wandering through the forest in hopes that they’d stumble upon civilization. In the end, he had to talk to this bouncer bear. Michael approached the bouncer confidently, hoping none of his reservations were obvious in his movements or demeanor. Throughout his approach the bear pokémon stared daggers at him, not helping his confidence in the slightest.
When he finally got close as he could get himself Michael asked the most obvious question first. “Excuse me, sorry if I’m bothering you-”
“You are, actually.” Ursarang interrupted in a purposefully rude manner.
Wishing he were anywhere but there, Michael somehow managed to continue “Eh… Sorry, but have you seen anyone who may be this little guy’s parents?”
Curious, Ursarang raised an eyebrow, and he looked down to take a closer look at the little pokémon the human carried in his arms.
At just that moment Charmander finally finished sleeping, opening his eyes and looking up at the bouncer who was looking back down right towards him.
When the little pokémon opened his eyes he couldn’t help but calm down a little at the sight of the child, and when charmander in turn saw this he saw someone stern and aggressive, yet docile and caring at the same time. In the ursarang he saw his father, and his face lit up at the sight. It reminded him of home.
Then, finally, as he looked into Charmander’s eyes his heart practically melted. The way the kid looked up at him, so innocent and pure, he couldn’t stay mad even if he wanted to. He looked back up at the human and his gaze hardened again, yet he responded in a way that surprised both Michael and the bouncer.
“I might’ve. …I’ll let you in, but ONLY go to the stands. That’s the one place you’ll find them if they’re here. If you cause ANY trouble, I…” He paused. He didn’t want to get too graphic; he might scare the kid. In a “just between adults” way, he finished “There will be consequences. Understand?”
Michael nodded, and the bouncer stepped aside, letting the still surprised human and little charmander pass into the coliseum. It occurred to him that there was no way he wouldn’t get fired after this. He sighed, and stepped back in front of the door again. He wasn’t sure if it was worth it.
Michael obediently hurried along, none too eager to face the wrath of the bouncer who had for some odd reason he’d never understand let them inside when he didn’t even ask if he could. It was just… confusing. Michael wasn’t going to complain though. At the very least they’d be watching something neat if they didn’t find what they came to look for.
Just before the two entered the seating area for the coliseum the crow went up into an uproar, the sound near deafening even from where they were. Obviously something big had happened that they’d unfortunately missed, and Michael couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. What had happened? Would they ever know? Would they still be able to find out if they hurried up?
At that last thought that’s just what Michael did, and quickly found himself in the glaring light of the sun again, standing at the railings high above the arena itself making sure nobody accidentally fell in.
Earlier there most likely would’ve been an uproar just at Michael’s sudden appearance, but the drama going on in the arena was just too captivating. Not only that, but they felt a little more at ease with random humans now that they were rooting for a whole team of them (plus one pokémon (who also just happened to be a prime)). To the pokémon in the stands, Michael practically didn’t even exist.
Michael knew nothing about these things however, and was just curious to see what was going on in the arena. Unfortunately, he had just missed everything; the ground was void of any people whatsoever. Sighing, he went back to do what he came to do in the first place, and began scanning the crowd behind him for anyone who looked similar to Charmander.
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