Heavy Metal [F] May 8, 2015 12:31:41 GMT 11
Post by 「JoJo」 on May 8, 2015 12:31:41 GMT 11
"...And that is what happened." Recalling the events of his Pokemon going renegade, it seemed Looker was conversing to Joey via his poketch. Remaining silent, Joey creased the bridge between his eyes and let out a weary sigh. He had stormed along the route between Ecruteak and Olivine in order to trail blaze onwards but he had no idea that his very own Pokemon would conspire to go to such lengths to escape from the safety of the warehouse. "Thanks Looker. I owe you one for reignin' 'em in. Keep an eye on them. Just don't be too harsh. I can imagine when you have hot headed creatures like them clamourin' for a bit of action its no surprise they wanted a little wander." Remaining silent for a few moments, the silence was telling enough from Looker that he disagreed and felt otherwise. That a punishment was more fitting. "If that is what you think best." "Yeah, it's my fault. I'll just have to rope them in next time I go on a little raid on some Rocket den or somethin'. Sure they'll appreciate." "Fine. But what of the surplus Pokemon? ...The warehouse is crammed beyond belief. No Paras. You can't nibble that. Stop." Chuckling wearily, Joey responded. "Oh, right. Heh. I forgot they had managed to capture half a route too. Hmm... I'll have to find people to hand them off to. We could release them but perhaps this gives us some ammo to help people fight Team Rocket." "Hm. I agree on that." "Did you find anything else on that hacker? That... What was it? Later-us?" "Lateralus. And no. It appears he has kept off the radar. I'll fill you in on anything else. Oh... Excuse me. It appears there's a commotion in the storehouse. A Nidorino is ramming some of Eightball's prized bikes." "Hahaha, glad i'm not there. Cheers anyway Looker. Catch you on the flipside." Lowering down in his Poketch on his wrist, Joey let out a disbelieving groa. "Maaaan... Really? I'll have to go back and sort out some words later."
Putting his Pokemon's excursion out of mind for the time being, the thief grinned brightly as he looked down upon the harbour city before him. Standing at the city's entrance, it appeared there was a winding trail leading down into the coastal settlement. Inhaling deeply, he let out a cheerful laugh. "Hahahaha, this is nostalgic. Almost like bein' back in Fuschia." Of course, that was whereabouts the similarities ended. Whilst Fuschia was situated alongside the coast, it was nowhere near as big in terms of size compared to Olivine. Starting to follow the path down, he raised his arms behind his head as they drooped crossed over his back. "I bet there's all sorts of thrills to be had here. Battling, exploring, fishing... Hell! The gym!" His eyes suddenly gleaming expectantly, he was pretty sure like the majority of cities before he had visited that Olivine too would house an official Pokemon league sponsored gym. "Well, that settles it. First thing's first. Taking on that gym." Looking down at the lapel on his jacket, he smirked happily. "So far I got four of these badges. Four more and I get my shot at returning back home... Heh. Home." Looking out to the glorious sea filled horizon ahead of him, it was a poignant reminder that if he managed to do so, he'd likely sail his way back home and end up on the shores of Fuschia once more. Eventually making it into the heart of the city, it didn't take the biker long enough to pick up on where the gym was. Eavesdropping certainly had its uses. Making a quick call at the Pokemon Centre to rearrange his team for the fight, it wouldn't be long before he found himself standing outside of the gym entrance.
Looking up with admiration and respect at the building, he wondered what sort of gym this would be like. "So we've had birds, bugs, cuties and ghoulies. This could be anythin'..." His eyes trailing over to the sign on the front of the building, he read out loud the details. "Olivine City Gym. Leader Jasmine. The Steel-Clad Defense Girl." His face furrowing somewhat, he nonchalantly decided not to dwell too much on the possibility she was a Steel type trainer. "Tch. Means my Poison types won't be doin' too much good. Ah well." Punching a fist into the palm of his other hand, he grinned wildly. "Just means we gotta work doubly hard to win this. Alright!" Stepping in through the doors, it would be purely down to Joey's impatience at wanting to challenge yet another gym that he failed to realise he was doing this completely out of order. The recommended guideline set forth by the pokemon league itself was for trainers to actually travel through the stormy seas to Cianwood and facing the gym there first. Without any such clue to this, it meant he was quite possibly walking into the hardest battle he had ever been in. Walking through the entrance and into the spacious gym itself, he looked around at the interesting décor. It certainly evoked feelings of what sort of type specialisation that was here what with all the steel beams, girders and supports. Cracking his neck from side to side, he yelled out, ready to start the challenge. "Oi! Anybody home? Joey's come a-knockin'!"