ride out the storm [open]

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the things that you might like don't grow inside of me It had of course been a mistake to come out here on his own, though really he wasn't alone when he had all of his Pokemon with him but without his crew he would be primed to be attacked or vice a versa. Though they had numbers he was also an extremely seasoned trainer in his own rights. After all, once upon a time he'd been admin of team aqua... Maxine his Masquarian was hugging his head and the fluttered a bit whenever the wind started to pick up. Clouds quickly began to roll in as it darkened and thunder rolled. It was just his luck he was caught out here at the beginning of what looked to be the starting of a rather rough storm. He pulled Maxine's pokeball out and returned the pokemon who practically acted as his daughter back into safety.  Now he needed to look for shelter for himself. His tired eyes scanned the route looking for some sort of shelter and the only thing he saw was what appeared to be a small cave... That will have to do. He made his way to the small cave and ducked inside it right as the rain started to pour down. He sighed in temporary relief but that relief was killed when he realized not only was it slightly damp in the cave it was also kind of cold and he was a water type trainer, meaning that he had no pokemon to help keep him warm. Well no, that wasn't true technically. His mightyena Aena knew fire fang but with all of the wood out there currently being soaked it wouldn't do him any good. If only that idiot Maxie was here with his hoard of fire types. Not that he still held the, proverbial torch for the magma admin, or at least that he would admit, but he could surely say it would be useful to have that camperupt of his around. He decided to just ride the storm out and huddled where he could still see the entrance of the cave. Knowing his luck he'd end up with a cold or something from all of this. At least he'd had enough common sense to remember to bring a jacket, thinking that it felt brisk. If he'd been half the sailor he'd used to be he would have remembered the signs of an oncoming storm though will all the work towards the war it was a wonder he remembered where he put his shoes the night before whenever he woke up. War was a young mans game and he was getting to the point where he was wondering if there had been any point in joining up with either side at all. His hometown was under control of the enemy and there was no forseeable future in which he would get it back. He'd joined lux trying to mend his ways and it just seemed as if the long battles and sleepless nights were actually making him colder. open @tag

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the things that you might like don't grow inside of me He sat there huddled, his old and tired bones starting to get a bit stiff from the cold and damp conditions of the cave he was in. His eyes staid trained on the entrance of the cave, looking for any signs of life in the absolute torrent that was pouring down outside. If not for the fact that he ultimately knew better he would have sworn someone had gotten a hold of kyogre's orb and started his plans for dominance again. No this was a normal rain, well as normal as a harsh storm could be. He saw what vaguely appeared to be a shadow, of perhaps a human or a pokemon's form, pass by the opening of the cave as if it was lost. Another poor soul trapped in the storm.  Groaning the elder pushed himself up from the ground and to the mouth of the cave. Anyone else would probably think twice about trying to attract the attention of a stranger in a storm in the middle of a war but he knew exactly how disorienting and frightening being lost like that was. Steeling himself against the sheet of rain he walked out into it. Carefully he walked and moved towards the figure. He slipped a couple times but reached it in safety. Carefully he reached out and put a guiding hand on her shoulder. There would be no use in trying to shout over the roaring storm so he started guiding her to safety, thanking kyogre he'd been blessed with a nearly perfect sense of direction. open GLORIANA

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