Post by Avalon on Apr 19, 2023 9:34:01 GMT 11
Shiro was fresh out of Elm's Lab, a Poke Ball in hand. He still wasn't sure how he felt about suddenly being a Trainer; it still felt unnatural to him. Some part of old Plasma instincts were still there, urging him that he was part of the problem now and that he was making a mistake. But Godai seemed to enjoy being together, and he felt okay about the idea of traveling with the diminutive lizard. He found himself pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of hacking and coughing, drawing his focus to a boy who sat by the roadside, coughing and hacking heavily.
Shiro rushed to the boy's side, placing his hand on the small of the boy's back reassuringly. "Steady, kid. Try not to push yourself too much." it was clear that the boy was unwell. He was pale and sweaty to an unnatural degree, it was clear to anyone with eyes. This boy had no right being out and about like this. Where was this boy's parents? Then Shiro noticed the two bugs trailing behind the boy. Was this kid actually a Trainer? How could they let some sickly kid go out on some adventure.
Shiro listened to the boy's plight, some part of his awkward and angst little heart hurt for the boy. He could understand someone having a dream that they wanted to achieve but couldn't for some stupid reason out of their control. He dreamed of being able to change the world, but then reality got in the way of that. He hadn't expected to get some sob story so soon into his journey, but it was happening. He sighed, reaching out and taking the Poke Ball belonging to the Scatterbug.
"I'll help you out, kid. I'll do my best to get the different types of this bug for ya. By then you'll be better and ready to go out on an adventure of your own." Shiro knew he was lying, but the words came out without even thinking. Why was he consoling this boy he barely knew? Why was he giving him false hope when it was clear as day that this boy's days were numbered?
Shiro rushed to the boy's side, placing his hand on the small of the boy's back reassuringly. "Steady, kid. Try not to push yourself too much." it was clear that the boy was unwell. He was pale and sweaty to an unnatural degree, it was clear to anyone with eyes. This boy had no right being out and about like this. Where was this boy's parents? Then Shiro noticed the two bugs trailing behind the boy. Was this kid actually a Trainer? How could they let some sickly kid go out on some adventure.
Shiro listened to the boy's plight, some part of his awkward and angst little heart hurt for the boy. He could understand someone having a dream that they wanted to achieve but couldn't for some stupid reason out of their control. He dreamed of being able to change the world, but then reality got in the way of that. He hadn't expected to get some sob story so soon into his journey, but it was happening. He sighed, reaching out and taking the Poke Ball belonging to the Scatterbug.
"I'll help you out, kid. I'll do my best to get the different types of this bug for ya. By then you'll be better and ready to go out on an adventure of your own." Shiro knew he was lying, but the words came out without even thinking. Why was he consoling this boy he barely knew? Why was he giving him false hope when it was clear as day that this boy's days were numbered?
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[b]Scatterbug[/b]
Name: Shimi
Gender: Female
Level: 5
OT: Kent (NPC)
Attacks: Tackle, String Shot
Ability: Compoundeyes
Nature/Personality: Shimi is a ravenous creature, motivated largely by food and comfort. Shimi is prone to clinging to others, being difficult to separate from her Trainer.