Post by ohlookahails! on Jan 17, 2011 20:32:07 GMT -5
There was a one-page ad in the back of the newest issue of Pokemon Trainers Monthly about a new spot just waiting to be explored - Shasta Ruins. The ad, written for younger trainers, focused on the adventure, the uncovering of ancient artifacts, the hidden dangers. Surely they hadn't expected the advertisement to catch an aging, near-sighted eye. She tucked the magazine in her bag and set off to catch the nearest bus. She was going to be the next Indiana Jones, baby! Ah, if only Harrison Ford was there, she thought with a sigh.
The hefty hiker gave her a hearty slap on the back and Gertrude's glasses flew off her face. He mumbled apologies and wiped the glasses with his dirty shirt before returning them with a huge smile between his beard and mustache. "Do watch yer step, ma'am. And take a Pokemon with ye to be safe."
Only one? Well goodness, who to choose? After mulling it over for a few moments, she released Lysander the Aron, figuring he'd be able to help her find valuable treasure.
The musty, dank smell of earth and dust assaulted Gertrude's nose but she inhaled deeply. "Smell that, Lysander?" The small rock/steel-type trotted beside her, oddly confident in the cave. "This is the smell of adventure! Now make me proud, and let's have some fun finding old stuff!" Here she paused before cackling to herself. "Well something older than me, at least."
She plopped her behind on a boulder and began to pick the wall of a promising outcropping. She honestly had no clue what she was doing but she found that part of the fun! "How lovely it is to try new things~" She began to whistle as her Aron rolled in the dirt.
Lysander is being a derp and rolling around.
The hefty hiker gave her a hearty slap on the back and Gertrude's glasses flew off her face. He mumbled apologies and wiped the glasses with his dirty shirt before returning them with a huge smile between his beard and mustache. "Do watch yer step, ma'am. And take a Pokemon with ye to be safe."
Only one? Well goodness, who to choose? After mulling it over for a few moments, she released Lysander the Aron, figuring he'd be able to help her find valuable treasure.
The musty, dank smell of earth and dust assaulted Gertrude's nose but she inhaled deeply. "Smell that, Lysander?" The small rock/steel-type trotted beside her, oddly confident in the cave. "This is the smell of adventure! Now make me proud, and let's have some fun finding old stuff!" Here she paused before cackling to herself. "Well something older than me, at least."
She plopped her behind on a boulder and began to pick the wall of a promising outcropping. She honestly had no clue what she was doing but she found that part of the fun! "How lovely it is to try new things~" She began to whistle as her Aron rolled in the dirt.
Lysander is being a derp and rolling around.