Post by FRAN FALLONE on Aug 3, 2018 9:54:10 GMT -5
WHEN YOU SEE MY FACE
HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL ―
HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL ―
Fran was disheartened when Derek replied. She really had no idea what had happened, mostly because she kept her nose out of the news and kept herself busy working as often as possible. It was hard to believe such a tragedy could befall so many, and it was difficult to see a monument attesting to these crimes.
"Team Virus, huh," she trailed off. This was the second time she had heard that name. Some sort of criminal organization that was in the business of hurting others. Despicable.
But Fran kept herself from delving into details that she figured Derek wouldn't know. It already seemed hard to him to talk about the tower tragedy. So she left it alone, and kept her attention drawn to the battle that unfolded rather quickly before her. A small penguin pokemon challenged the much larger and skilled scyther. It put up rather a good fight, too. It was impressive, and Fran approved when Derek went to capture it.
The woman was about to say so as the group continued to walk, rounding a body of water. She understood that it was about time to part ways, but before they could offer their goodbyes to one another, a large splash erupted from the lake beside them.
"Jesus fuck," Fran muttered, taking a good look at the large water dragon that had just revealed itself. It leaned over the edge of the water, teeth bared menacingly. Fran snatched up her magby and ran behind a nearby tree as the wild beast lunged at where she once stood. She looked over at Derek, suggesting he should seek shelter as well. That monster could have swallowed her whole.
Fran could hear the gyarados roar angrily, waiting for his fight. The dark-haired woman returned Al to his pokeball, and plucked a new device from her belt.
"Alright big boy, meet other big boy," she spoke, throwing her pokeball onto the field. An onix poured out of the sphere, standing to meet the eyes of his opponent. Though his own eyes were sunken and tired-looking. The ball whipped back into Fran's hand and she placed it on her hip once more.
"D, use rock tomb!" She called out to her beast. But the gyarados reacted quickly, feeling an imminent threat. It once again reached out of the depths, teeth bared, and latched onto one of the onix's bouldering digits. Unfortunately, that looked as though it hurt it more than it hurt Detroit. The gyarados wanted to pull away, but the rock pokemon coiled around his opponent slightly, stopping it from retreating. The onix became outlined in a bright light, and gray rocks began to form like a crown atop his head. When the aura around the pokemon faded, the rocks fell, and crushed the gyarados. It cried out in pain.
Simply amazed by its ferocity and size, Fran decided she wanted that beast. She grabbed an empty pokeball from her pack, and whisked it into the air. The pokeball soared, and thumped the opponent on the head. It was swallowed within.
Fran breathed finally. She turned once more to Derek. "I guess we both have somewhere to be now," she shrugged. "We'll see you around, Derek." Her goodbye was casual and to-the-point, as was her style. Fran then left her companion to retrieve her new pokemon, her onix yawning listlessly ahead.
"Team Virus, huh," she trailed off. This was the second time she had heard that name. Some sort of criminal organization that was in the business of hurting others. Despicable.
But Fran kept herself from delving into details that she figured Derek wouldn't know. It already seemed hard to him to talk about the tower tragedy. So she left it alone, and kept her attention drawn to the battle that unfolded rather quickly before her. A small penguin pokemon challenged the much larger and skilled scyther. It put up rather a good fight, too. It was impressive, and Fran approved when Derek went to capture it.
The woman was about to say so as the group continued to walk, rounding a body of water. She understood that it was about time to part ways, but before they could offer their goodbyes to one another, a large splash erupted from the lake beside them.
"Jesus fuck," Fran muttered, taking a good look at the large water dragon that had just revealed itself. It leaned over the edge of the water, teeth bared menacingly. Fran snatched up her magby and ran behind a nearby tree as the wild beast lunged at where she once stood. She looked over at Derek, suggesting he should seek shelter as well. That monster could have swallowed her whole.
Fran could hear the gyarados roar angrily, waiting for his fight. The dark-haired woman returned Al to his pokeball, and plucked a new device from her belt.
"Alright big boy, meet other big boy," she spoke, throwing her pokeball onto the field. An onix poured out of the sphere, standing to meet the eyes of his opponent. Though his own eyes were sunken and tired-looking. The ball whipped back into Fran's hand and she placed it on her hip once more.
"D, use rock tomb!" She called out to her beast. But the gyarados reacted quickly, feeling an imminent threat. It once again reached out of the depths, teeth bared, and latched onto one of the onix's bouldering digits. Unfortunately, that looked as though it hurt it more than it hurt Detroit. The gyarados wanted to pull away, but the rock pokemon coiled around his opponent slightly, stopping it from retreating. The onix became outlined in a bright light, and gray rocks began to form like a crown atop his head. When the aura around the pokemon faded, the rocks fell, and crushed the gyarados. It cried out in pain.
Simply amazed by its ferocity and size, Fran decided she wanted that beast. She grabbed an empty pokeball from her pack, and whisked it into the air. The pokeball soared, and thumped the opponent on the head. It was swallowed within.
Fran breathed finally. She turned once more to Derek. "I guess we both have somewhere to be now," she shrugged. "We'll see you around, Derek." Her goodbye was casual and to-the-point, as was her style. Fran then left her companion to retrieve her new pokemon, her onix yawning listlessly ahead.
560 words. gyarados capture attempt.
Derek Hoffman
Derek Hoffman
by sixsmith.
