Post by Feather on Apr 5, 2010 18:18:17 GMT -5
The day started when the sun was just a thought on the horizon. Orange rays slowly began to engulf the land, lighting all without prejudice or bias. Slowly balding trees seemed to shiver in its familiar embrace, and birds called out to the heavens in hello.
Amid much disbelief, the sun had risen on Remoor.
One ranger never doubted it would, and was currently standing above a small cot with a devilish grin on his haggard face.
"Rise and shine sleepy head~ we're going for a jog today."
The covers shifted as a blob switched positions, a quiet snore emerged from beneath the yellowed sheets. With a dejected sigh, the ranger lowered his tan face to his open palm, and contemplated the situation.
Lips slowly shifted, and amid chuckles the ranger yelled:
" A FEAST OF POTATO CHIPS~ !"
The covers erupted, and ivory claws jerked, sending it drifting to the floor. Beady little black eyes looked anxiously around, before slowly blinking in bemusement. With a sneer a wide face turned toward the ranger, who hovered inches above, jagged little teeth flashed as the Elekid spoke, irritation plain:
" What's goin' on.. where's the damn chips you bastard?"
Orange eyes met the glare with a mischievous twinkle.
" Well, if you get off of the little cot, we can go buy some. We can go through heroic battles, and talk about our love-lifes on the way, let's go sleepy head~"
The electric type let out a groan and flopped back onto the bed, and promptly answered with a:
"FUCK OFF."
Not at all bothered, Dalton began to jog about the room, bright pajamas changed for rugged evening wear. A rope, and hook were coiled about his shoulders with relish. Brown boots were quickly laced , and rested on top of a pair of khaki colored pants. A green turtleneck ,lay underneath a dark-brown vest, a small picture frame swung from the silver chain atop his chest.
No brush touched his hair, and it resembled a lions mane. Or at least the mane of a lion in a lightning storm.
The interesting part was not Dalton's stripping and subsequent dress, but the fact that he was currently singing Nursery Rhymes at the top of his lungs.
"OLD MACDONALD HAD A FARM--E-I-E-I-O~
...................................
........................
......."
A female voice joined in from the folds of a rather larger arm-chair.
---
The figure on the bed tossed about, throwing glares at the shadow bustling about the room. With a frustrated snarl he sat back up.
"If I come with you morons , do you promise to stop singing that!?"
"Sure thing Wannabe~ would you prefer Mary had a Little Lamb?"
" I would prefer it if you would shut the fuck up."
The lanky ranger turned his head, and winked at the Oddish in the armchair.
"Let's gt going Lila~"
---
The doors opened, and closed. A tour-guide type lead the little expedition, an Oddish sat upon his soldier little red eyes shining with glee, and a yawning Elekid drug behind.
--
When they were too far away for the Elekid to safely walk home, the ranger picked up the pace. The electric type stumbled over his over-sized belly in an attempt to keep up.
"HURRY UP WANNA MONSTER ~"
--
A few hours later the Elekid stood glaring up at a roughly hewn tunnel, a scowl on his face.
"This isn't Nada you sonuvabitch."
"It's a shortcut~"
"It looks like a dragon's bung hole."
"Nah, it's more like a mouth--come on Wannabe!"
The Elekid let out a growl, and stomped down the tunnel after the figure of his lanky trainer.
The entire mountain echoed with the sounds of:
"She'll be Coming around the Mountain"
A very badly sang version.
--
The ranger was rather oblivious, his entire face lit up with a smile as he broke into a run.
The Oddish atop his shoulder was laughing, holding onto her trainer's chaotic locks with a long leaf.
"RAWR RAWR~ IMMA BIG SCARY LALA MONSTER"
The ranger felt his chest shake with laughter, and even as the echoes faded he shouted back:
" MUCH CUTER THAN THAT WANNABEMONSTER -- THAT SLOW, ADORABLY FAT, LITTLE BEAST!"
Rubber ground into the ground, and the ranger threw himself sharply into the next turn, before falling sideways.
A tunnel of sandstone, and jagged rocks is not the best place to steal a base....
The ranger came to a dazed stop, an Oddish balanced on his back.
" ...."
The Elekid strode u[ behind,, praying that the trainer was dead.
"........"
The electric type kicked him with a clawed foot, about to thank the lord for answering his prayer.
....
......
.........
" LET'S DO THAT AGAIN! HAHAHAHA!"
--
Amid much denial, screaming, and laughter the running started again.
[Eeew...sorry.....it's been a while for him]
Amid much disbelief, the sun had risen on Remoor.
One ranger never doubted it would, and was currently standing above a small cot with a devilish grin on his haggard face.
"Rise and shine sleepy head~ we're going for a jog today."
The covers shifted as a blob switched positions, a quiet snore emerged from beneath the yellowed sheets. With a dejected sigh, the ranger lowered his tan face to his open palm, and contemplated the situation.
Lips slowly shifted, and amid chuckles the ranger yelled:
" A FEAST OF POTATO CHIPS~ !"
The covers erupted, and ivory claws jerked, sending it drifting to the floor. Beady little black eyes looked anxiously around, before slowly blinking in bemusement. With a sneer a wide face turned toward the ranger, who hovered inches above, jagged little teeth flashed as the Elekid spoke, irritation plain:
" What's goin' on.. where's the damn chips you bastard?"
Orange eyes met the glare with a mischievous twinkle.
" Well, if you get off of the little cot, we can go buy some. We can go through heroic battles, and talk about our love-lifes on the way, let's go sleepy head~"
The electric type let out a groan and flopped back onto the bed, and promptly answered with a:
"FUCK OFF."
Not at all bothered, Dalton began to jog about the room, bright pajamas changed for rugged evening wear. A rope, and hook were coiled about his shoulders with relish. Brown boots were quickly laced , and rested on top of a pair of khaki colored pants. A green turtleneck ,lay underneath a dark-brown vest, a small picture frame swung from the silver chain atop his chest.
No brush touched his hair, and it resembled a lions mane. Or at least the mane of a lion in a lightning storm.
The interesting part was not Dalton's stripping and subsequent dress, but the fact that he was currently singing Nursery Rhymes at the top of his lungs.
"OLD MACDONALD HAD A FARM--E-I-E-I-O~
...................................
........................
......."
A female voice joined in from the folds of a rather larger arm-chair.
---
The figure on the bed tossed about, throwing glares at the shadow bustling about the room. With a frustrated snarl he sat back up.
"If I come with you morons , do you promise to stop singing that!?"
"Sure thing Wannabe~ would you prefer Mary had a Little Lamb?"
" I would prefer it if you would shut the fuck up."
The lanky ranger turned his head, and winked at the Oddish in the armchair.
"Let's gt going Lila~"
---
The doors opened, and closed. A tour-guide type lead the little expedition, an Oddish sat upon his soldier little red eyes shining with glee, and a yawning Elekid drug behind.
--
When they were too far away for the Elekid to safely walk home, the ranger picked up the pace. The electric type stumbled over his over-sized belly in an attempt to keep up.
"HURRY UP WANNA MONSTER ~"
--
A few hours later the Elekid stood glaring up at a roughly hewn tunnel, a scowl on his face.
"This isn't Nada you sonuvabitch."
"It's a shortcut~"
"It looks like a dragon's bung hole."
"Nah, it's more like a mouth--come on Wannabe!"
The Elekid let out a growl, and stomped down the tunnel after the figure of his lanky trainer.
The entire mountain echoed with the sounds of:
"She'll be Coming around the Mountain"
A very badly sang version.
--
The ranger was rather oblivious, his entire face lit up with a smile as he broke into a run.
The Oddish atop his shoulder was laughing, holding onto her trainer's chaotic locks with a long leaf.
"RAWR RAWR~ IMMA BIG SCARY LALA MONSTER"
The ranger felt his chest shake with laughter, and even as the echoes faded he shouted back:
" MUCH CUTER THAN THAT WANNABEMONSTER -- THAT SLOW, ADORABLY FAT, LITTLE BEAST!"
Rubber ground into the ground, and the ranger threw himself sharply into the next turn, before falling sideways.
A tunnel of sandstone, and jagged rocks is not the best place to steal a base....
The ranger came to a dazed stop, an Oddish balanced on his back.
" ...."
The Elekid strode u[ behind,, praying that the trainer was dead.
"........"
The electric type kicked him with a clawed foot, about to thank the lord for answering his prayer.
....
......
.........
" LET'S DO THAT AGAIN! HAHAHAHA!"
--
Amid much denial, screaming, and laughter the running started again.
[Eeew...sorry.....it's been a while for him]