Because why the hell not.
[The CMA is quiet today. Not the sort of too-quiet that implies something is Very Wrong, either; it's simply...quiet.
Of course, this changes as one approaches the Aurora Forest, where the natural silence is being repeatedly broken by a sound that's about as pleasant to listen to as nails on a chalkboard. Naturally, this is where you'll find Proton.
He has Skarmory out with him today, though it seems disinclined to do much to anyone approaching, and it's surprisingly not the source of that horrendous, metallic scraping noise - not directly, anyway. That would be the sound of Proton sharpening the blades he's been getting from that metalbird murderbeast.
Lots. And lots of blades. Looks almost like he's preparing for something...and nearly rendering Skarmory damn near useless in the process.
Clearly, it's been good times lately.]
Of course, this changes as one approaches the Aurora Forest, where the natural silence is being repeatedly broken by a sound that's about as pleasant to listen to as nails on a chalkboard. Naturally, this is where you'll find Proton.
He has Skarmory out with him today, though it seems disinclined to do much to anyone approaching, and it's surprisingly not the source of that horrendous, metallic scraping noise - not directly, anyway. That would be the sound of Proton sharpening the blades he's been getting from that metalbird murderbeast.
Lots. And lots of blades. Looks almost like he's preparing for something...and nearly rendering Skarmory damn near useless in the process.
Clearly, it's been good times lately.]