Post by wattson on Jul 4, 2012 17:38:52 GMT -5
Ever Grande City. God, this place had changed since he had last visited. Bright eyes, vibrant as they were in his youth, moved over the crowds of people that were gathered in the old location. Walking with a slight spring to his step, the leader of Mauville gym found himself receiving a mixed reception. None really knew quite where his allegiance fell, but he still made sure he received permission from the head of the city itself before he came waltzing in. Getting there had been hard enough, transport to Ever Grande not being the easiest of things to get access too, but he’d managed it. The fifty or so year old found himself smiling as he approached the well known landmark of Hoenn. The Pokemon League.
Drake better not expect him to go through the rest of the league to get to him. Although, the twinkle in Wattson’s eye would have suggested he’d be happy to give it a shot. As the doors slid open in front of him, the man glanced around, trying to figure out where exactly Drake would’ve been hiding. It wasn’t so much a well planned out visit as a “Hey, I need a pass to make sure nobody tries to break my hip on the way in, I’m coming to visit” deal. Not that he thought any of the people located in the city would attack an elderly man like himself. That would just be a low blow.