Post by ARTHUR FINCH on Dec 17, 2013 20:27:52 GMT
| H | EAR ME ROAR |
Time, Orre's harsh elements and Man himself had taken their toll on the S.S. Libra. It looked more like the steel replica of a Wailord's -a larger specimen at that- remains rather than the grand ship it had once supposedly been. And as to how exactly a ship had found itself in the middle of a desert, well Arthur was currently more concerned with something else.
It was freaking cold. Seriously, night in the desert was as cold as the day was hot- the fact that the S.S.Libra was one giant hunk of metal didn't help in giving the warm and fuzzies either. If it wasn't for the fact that there was no other shelter for miles around...
"Next Pokemon I get is going to be large, furry, warm and cuddly." Arthur promised himself.
Sonic was covered with spikes and tolerated the cold as badly as he himself did and as for the metal plated Ironhide...he'd rather hug a Glaceon.
"A Flareon, no an Arcanine!" Arthur promised himself, half asleep and caught up in his own fantasies as he tried to ignore the poor warming efforts of a meager fire and a single layer of clothing.
He wasn't caught up in his fantasies that much as to miss the sound of footsteps which echoed within the S.S.Libra. It was the Orre and people sometimes had a lax views towards things such as bandits and robbery, he knew better than anybody formerly being in the same field of business. A lone traveler was easy pickings.
"Hmm? Who's there?" Arthur called out.
It was freaking cold. Seriously, night in the desert was as cold as the day was hot- the fact that the S.S.Libra was one giant hunk of metal didn't help in giving the warm and fuzzies either. If it wasn't for the fact that there was no other shelter for miles around...
"Next Pokemon I get is going to be large, furry, warm and cuddly." Arthur promised himself.
Sonic was covered with spikes and tolerated the cold as badly as he himself did and as for the metal plated Ironhide...he'd rather hug a Glaceon.
"A Flareon, no an Arcanine!" Arthur promised himself, half asleep and caught up in his own fantasies as he tried to ignore the poor warming efforts of a meager fire and a single layer of clothing.
He wasn't caught up in his fantasies that much as to miss the sound of footsteps which echoed within the S.S.Libra. It was the Orre and people sometimes had a lax views towards things such as bandits and robbery, he knew better than anybody formerly being in the same field of business. A lone traveler was easy pickings.
"Hmm? Who's there?" Arthur called out.
notes: open to one and all, thought I'd just get another thread rolling.
LAIKA OF GS!
