Post by gold on Aug 3, 2013 13:59:02 GMT -5
MUSIC n/a WORDS 561 NOTES i'm not sure what terran's house looks like so I left it ambiguous, hope that's okay with you! <3 | CHALLENGE ACCEPTED It was midnight when he arrived. Mossdeep, though easily picked out from the map of hoenn he kept in his pocket all these years, had changed since the last time he'd seen it. It was subtle, but still there, buildings that were worn down, ground cracked and weeds sprouting up where it'd been neglected and passed over in favor of more pressing matters. Last time he'd been here was on a patrol mission, where the sea was the battlefield and he still turned a blind eye to destruction, preferring to pin it on 'fighting for a cause', like all the others. And while Mossdeep's change wasn't blatantly painted out in front of him, he could still see the way the war had forced the city to stray from the position it stood on before. It was different, trekking to Mossdeep from the opposite direction that he was used to, taking the waterfall down from ever grande and spending most of the journey on water, as opposed to land. He'd promised himself that when he decided to return to hoenn - regardless of what she wanted, or said - he would fly, but the maps were ingrained into a path in Oracle's mind, and Magenta hadn't the faintest clue of the unfamiliar layout, and it was too much of a risk to take. The milotic, as if sensing his thoughts as it lowered its head for him to get off, nudged his back and made a noise, and he mumbled something under his breath before recalling it, not quite sure what to say, or whether he had to say anything at all. After all, the creature wasn't his in the first place, snatched off some fallen soldier's pocket because he hadn't a choice for his lack of aquatic pokemon. This felt like a stranger who'd done him a favor because he paid them a large sum of cash in exchange, not the mutual understand he'd always had, in the past. He pocketed the sphere without a second glance and shook his head, digging out a map and scrunching up his features to read the lines through the large creases and tears - a result of a hasty misplacement of the paper in his pants pockets, soaked through once or twice with water that he was forced to dry in the weak beams of sunlight. The procedure took awhile, and he was eventually forced to snatch the goggles out of his eyes and peer closer, twisting through the various states of abandoned buildings littering the city itself and passing by several that looked right, but turned out to be empty. Perhaps it was fortunate that Mossdeep was a small, close-knit city to begin with, and that was the reason he'd found the right location when he had, nerves tightening into a small knot that sat, heavy, in his gut. Alyssa often spoke of him, and they'd met during business meetings - shared a few words, nothing more, and for a moment, he frowned and drew back, wondering if this counted as an intrusion of some sort, at this hour, at a place like this. Drew in a breath as some little voice in the back of his mind whispered that, if he turned back now, he'd either never get the answers he wanted, or he'd have to go to her. And he didn't want that. Not yet. Gold swallowed, hard, then raised a knuckle up to the door and rapped three, sharp knocks, one after the other. |
