[ Out in the quiet away from cities, towns and villages, all worlds almost sound alike.
Yet Red didn't come out so far to enjoy the silence, the farther he tried to be from other people, the more noise he expected to be made. At least right then, things were calm, he with the pokémon whose eyes showed nothing at the best of times, hate on the worst. It was just him, Mewtwo, and Charizard for now, surrounded by trees to cover them, with a strict need of little to no disturbance.
That left his other pokémon on guard duty, which also doubled as time for them to amuse themselves, to stretch their limbs and enjoy the fresh air. A small pleasantry during an almost delicate time.
Fresh air, however, meant little for Gengar. No; what the ghost type enjoyed was tricks and mischief, fear and turmoil--all the good stuff in life. It was something that no silence could cover up, that attracted her like flowers do bees -- and the almost reminiscent odourless miasma that the man gave off was just that more inviting to her when she picked up the scent.
She hadn't even seen him yet but she knew he was there, already knew what he would look like before she faded away her body and tracked him in her own silence, the flashes of memories left behind by the bodies still with her.
The face of the man they saw, before bludgeoned in by his weapon.
For now she only wants to inspect, to see what it is he'll do and where he'll go (got to be a good girl for her trainer, after all), but Lu Meng may soon feel a slight chill in the air.... if it wasn't already. ]
[13/09] cw: mention of death?
Yet Red didn't come out so far to enjoy the silence, the farther he tried to be from other people, the more noise he expected to be made. At least right then, things were calm, he with the pokémon whose eyes showed nothing at the best of times, hate on the worst. It was just him, Mewtwo, and Charizard for now, surrounded by trees to cover them, with a strict need of little to no disturbance.
That left his other pokémon on guard duty, which also doubled as time for them to amuse themselves, to stretch their limbs and enjoy the fresh air. A small pleasantry during an almost delicate time.
Fresh air, however, meant little for Gengar. No; what the ghost type enjoyed was tricks and mischief, fear and turmoil--all the good stuff in life. It was something that no silence could cover up, that attracted her like flowers do bees -- and the almost reminiscent odourless miasma that the man gave off was just that more inviting to her when she picked up the scent.
She hadn't even seen him yet but she knew he was there, already knew what he would look like before she faded away her body and tracked him in her own silence, the flashes of memories left behind by the bodies still with her.
The face of the man they saw, before bludgeoned in by his weapon.
For now she only wants to inspect, to see what it is he'll do and where he'll go (got to be a good girl for her trainer, after all), but Lu Meng may soon feel a slight chill in the air.... if it wasn't already. ]