Post by Pixel on Jun 7, 2024 0:46:52 GMT 11
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All Adrian was here in Azalea to do was evolve a spewpa.
The sun was shining hot and bright, almost suffocating in intensity. He had to shed his jacket as he wheeled his bike to a nice stretch of route between Union Cave and Azalea where he knew he'd find wild pokemon. Since he wasn't here to look for specific pokemon, he didn't look too closely at the radar or if there was a swarm or what the weather would cause to hide. He focused entirely on not becoming a puddle of sweat on the dirt.
With his jacket off, he folded it and tucked the leather article into his pack. He raked a hand through his now damp mop of hair and threw a leg over the frame of the bike. He was off duty, so he wasn't wearing any gear or badges. To anyone observing, he looked like your normal, average, every day trainer out for a bike ride.
Though most trainers knew better than to just ride around in the direct sun. But given the pattern he was after, this was required. Apparently, during the summer, on especially clear, hot days, sometimes, it would trigger the powdery scales of the vivillon's wings to take on a whole new color and pattern. They were practically the eevee of the bug world—a squawkabilly in a coal mine as it were—signalling in its wings the environment in which it evolved.
He had yet to take any of these bugs back to Kent. In a way, he rather liked the idea of giving them to him all at once, a true rainbow of wings released at the same time. He wasn't especially sentimental, but if he could make the dying kids last wish come true...then he'd do his best to accomplish it. However, the hard part honestly seemed like it would be getting the cold area patterns. Just snow didn't trigger the change, but rather, other, unclear factors. He knew those could be achieved in the ice caverns near Blackthorn, but those felt a lifetime away...
Could he even reach there before...well...
Adrian tried not to think to hard on the mortality of the child he was helping. Maybe he'd return and the kid would be healthy...
(Or maybe he'd be releasing viv's over his gravestone. How morbid.)
"Just hafta battle one pokemon out here and then I can get out of this heat," he muttered.
The sun was shining hot and bright, almost suffocating in intensity. He had to shed his jacket as he wheeled his bike to a nice stretch of route between Union Cave and Azalea where he knew he'd find wild pokemon. Since he wasn't here to look for specific pokemon, he didn't look too closely at the radar or if there was a swarm or what the weather would cause to hide. He focused entirely on not becoming a puddle of sweat on the dirt.
With his jacket off, he folded it and tucked the leather article into his pack. He raked a hand through his now damp mop of hair and threw a leg over the frame of the bike. He was off duty, so he wasn't wearing any gear or badges. To anyone observing, he looked like your normal, average, every day trainer out for a bike ride.
Though most trainers knew better than to just ride around in the direct sun. But given the pattern he was after, this was required. Apparently, during the summer, on especially clear, hot days, sometimes, it would trigger the powdery scales of the vivillon's wings to take on a whole new color and pattern. They were practically the eevee of the bug world—a squawkabilly in a coal mine as it were—signalling in its wings the environment in which it evolved.
He had yet to take any of these bugs back to Kent. In a way, he rather liked the idea of giving them to him all at once, a true rainbow of wings released at the same time. He wasn't especially sentimental, but if he could make the dying kids last wish come true...then he'd do his best to accomplish it. However, the hard part honestly seemed like it would be getting the cold area patterns. Just snow didn't trigger the change, but rather, other, unclear factors. He knew those could be achieved in the ice caverns near Blackthorn, but those felt a lifetime away...
Could he even reach there before...well...
Adrian tried not to think to hard on the mortality of the child he was helping. Maybe he'd return and the kid would be healthy...
(Or maybe he'd be releasing viv's over his gravestone. How morbid.)
"Just hafta battle one pokemon out here and then I can get out of this heat," he muttered.
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Swapping Ig for Sunny. Taking the amulet coin off of Ace. Putting the exp share on Sunny.