bring along the same tenderness
Who:restardom, reimprovise, rezoned
Where: The shore at Cianwood, a kitchen in Cianwood, quite possibly everywhere in Cianwood.
When: ... we timewarping here. September 4th, Early morning ~ evening.
Summary: An idol, a genius and a captain visit Cianwood for productivity of the Pokemon variety. Of course, there's a whole lot more than just gym battles packed into this one visit.
Rating: PG-13 for Fuji.
Log:
[So, three douches fly to an island.
But no, really--it's just that. Everything begins with a planned trip to Cianwood. A trip with one simple purpose: allow one Idol to face one Gym Leader and get that one badge. The participants? Rise, of course, and one Fuji Shuusuke. Somehow Tezuka had been dragged into it, too, but he wasn't quite sure how that happened.
Just like he wasn't quite sure how this happened: what started as a simple, non-turbulent flight suddenly turns complicated. Now, three douches are flying into an island, in a fabulous cushion of sand and disaster. Imagine this from a bystander point-of-view.
Calmness. Absolute calm.
And then a graceful crash, right into the beach. Three teenagers, piled one on top of the other. Tezuka had the distinct pleasure of being the one on the bottom of this bearpile, but that wasn't the point.
The point was that they had finally arrived where they were meant to be, minus the crash landing.
Well. It was certainly an eventful way to start the day.]
Where: The shore at Cianwood, a kitchen in Cianwood, quite possibly everywhere in Cianwood.
When: ... we timewarping here. September 4th, Early morning ~ evening.
Summary: An idol, a genius and a captain visit Cianwood for productivity of the Pokemon variety. Of course, there's a whole lot more than just gym battles packed into this one visit.
Rating: PG-13 for Fuji.
Log:
[So, three douches fly to an island.
But no, really--it's just that. Everything begins with a planned trip to Cianwood. A trip with one simple purpose: allow one Idol to face one Gym Leader and get that one badge. The participants? Rise, of course, and one Fuji Shuusuke. Somehow Tezuka had been dragged into it, too, but he wasn't quite sure how that happened.
Just like he wasn't quite sure how this happened: what started as a simple, non-turbulent flight suddenly turns complicated. Now, three douches are flying into an island, in a fabulous cushion of sand and disaster. Imagine this from a bystander point-of-view.
Calmness. Absolute calm.
And then a graceful crash, right into the beach. Three teenagers, piled one on top of the other. Tezuka had the distinct pleasure of being the one on the bottom of this bearpile, but that wasn't the point.
The point was that they had finally arrived where they were meant to be, minus the crash landing.
Well. It was certainly an eventful way to start the day.]