Intro'd
[Today, there's a Steven walking on the beach. Only his name isn't Steven, and his world isn't quite what you'd expect. Troy has his Skarmory walking beside him, and is fiddling with his PokeGear. Granted, its maps are outdated and he's had to revise them a lot to accompany the climate shift in his world, but he couldn't have missed an ocean appearing. Something is very wrong. He was flying on course. He frowns.
There are subtle signs something's off. His expression, for one thing, is distant and hard set. His silver hair is messy and looks as if it hasn't been washed for a few days. He's a bit on the thin side, and his lower legs are stained with ash. So is his Skarmory. They both have the unique smell of forest smoke clinging to them.
Finally frustrated with the map, he has no choice but to walk up to the nearest person on the beach and ask for directions.]
Pardon me for bothering you, but where are we? I seem to be lost.
There are subtle signs something's off. His expression, for one thing, is distant and hard set. His silver hair is messy and looks as if it hasn't been washed for a few days. He's a bit on the thin side, and his lower legs are stained with ash. So is his Skarmory. They both have the unique smell of forest smoke clinging to them.
Finally frustrated with the map, he has no choice but to walk up to the nearest person on the beach and ask for directions.]
Pardon me for bothering you, but where are we? I seem to be lost.