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Kyurem's Return [ACCEPTING]
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Pokémon RP → Kyurem's Return [ACCEPTING]"What were you three idiots doing in the cold, wandering around during a blizzard," she asked, "and most importantly, who are you guys?" She gazed at the buzzing semi-frozen Pokemon struggling to get out of her status.
"I wish I didn't have to re-state it," she spat, "but I have no name so call me Weavile or something."
Opal nodded, picking up her smaller friend. Her light was diminishing! Opal slowed down. "H-hello?" She cried. After wandering a bit, she found a lit cave. "Oh my gosh... Pokèmon!?"
Jerry was laying down near the fire with Hercules at her side now. "Hate to say it, but Giratina isn't all that mean. Hercie, remember one time we got dared to find a way into the Distortion World, and how mad Giratina was? How we revealed what we were dared and then we got a lot of sympathy?"
"Err, Jerry? That was a dream."
"Oh."
Hercules stifled his giggles as Jerry had to contemplate what exactly was going on in her head.
Reish was not bothered by the freezing winds. What a normal Dragon, Flying, or Grass-type would see as cold, he could simply shrug off. The Hydreigon wasn't feeling anything, though this could be because of his passionate rage at all who dare oppose his master burning within his heart.
He would not be moved even an inch by the wind. He'd scope around looking for Pokemon to spy on, looking for information on when and where they'd be attacking his master, before striking himself.
In his glancing around, he came across a cavern lit by a small fire. Maybe he could search there. He approached with little movement or noise over the loud screeching of the wind.
His right side was facing Whispering Mountain and Hidden Truth. When the small head on his right arm noticed, it started yipping like a Rockruff. "What now?" he snapped, glaring at it. He turned his large head to the right and noticed the Bastiodon and Sylveon. "Oh..."
He drew his lips into a snarl upon seeing the Sylveon. He knew that if he attacked, he'd be at a huge disadvantage. His moves won't be very effective, or even won't effect at all. So what to do...
Hidden Trust put her mask of smile on and grinned , her eyes still however looked cold and emotionless like always "Yes Yes! But i must say that this weatjer is harsh buf beautiful!",
"Ah, alright," he said in a sickly sweet voice. "You needn't be afraid. I shan't attack. I'll be on my way." He turned around, a dark smirk upon his face. His expression eventually became neutral as he floated toward the cavern in which Weavile and the others were.
"You guys stay here," she said sternly, "i'll patrol this cave." Weavile wasn't only patrolling the cave but looking for other people to allow in their temporary home. The Pokemon she met have definitely rubbed on her too well.
(I just realized how much of a wall of text I put up…oops)
"Was once part of a trainer's team. Charles, the old champ of Alola. I was his pokedex. The professor, Kukui, made my body. When the storm hit... Charles didn't survive. Nether did most of his pokemon. He had the grass type starter... He died. The only ones that I know survived are his Snorlax and Salazzle." He rubbed a tear from his cheek. Suddenly, a warning showed up. A pokemon was somewhere!