Akala. Katsuya hasn't explored too many of the islands so far, certainly not after his unexpected assignment for Pokemon Law...which he may well have a test to take for. But Akala so far seems great!
Aside for all the pokemon Everywhere they shouldn't be. "Nyh...wh..."
Goats- or something like them. Sheep- or something like them. And something about this feels familiar, the heat burning down upon his head and his back. In the present he leaves so much unprotected- in the past nothing is taken for granted, and loose cloth hides what it can. And his staff is on the ground-
There is a stick at the side, a section of fencing that went down under a few skiddo. He grabs it with a fogged familiarity, spinning it in his hand as Kaseri nickers confusedly at the side. He doesn't completely know the significance of it all. Is it a past life? Something else? He's had the time, the peace, to think it over and yet only now...
He moves not with force but with whistling- short and simple bursts to start, attracting the attentions of various Pokemon and drawing them near. And then without looking to make sure they follow (he knows they follow), to make sure that the others com (he knows they come), he moves. Steadily. Street by street, whistling with his ponyta at one side and his stick (his staff) in hand at the other.
Whistling constantly, because if you show that you know the way, then the herd will follow.
And astoundingly it's working. The herd Grows. Four. Eight. Sixteen- like a pied piper, the mareep, the wooloo, the skiddo-
They all follow, because inexplicably, he Knows what he's doing.
[They Followed Me Home (Can I Keep Them?)]
"Nyhhh...you two?" A pair of pokemon- the ones who came first- are not going to the paddock. "How come you ain't..."
It's a Skiddo, and a Wooloo. Both bleat at him, and Katsuya scratches his head.
KATSUYA JONOUCHI - OTA
Akala. Katsuya hasn't explored too many of the islands so far, certainly not after his unexpected assignment for Pokemon Law...which he may well have a test to take for. But Akala so far seems great!
Aside for all the pokemon Everywhere they shouldn't be. "Nyh...wh..."
Goats- or something like them. Sheep- or something like them. And something about this feels familiar, the heat burning down upon his head and his back. In the present he leaves so much unprotected- in the past nothing is taken for granted, and loose cloth hides what it can. And his staff is on the ground-
There is a stick at the side, a section of fencing that went down under a few skiddo. He grabs it with a fogged familiarity, spinning it in his hand as Kaseri nickers confusedly at the side. He doesn't completely know the significance of it all. Is it a past life? Something else? He's had the time, the peace, to think it over and yet only now...
"Heh... Y'know, I think I might have an idea..."
[To The Tune Of The Sheep's Song]
He moves not with force but with whistling- short and simple bursts to start, attracting the attentions of various Pokemon and drawing them near. And then without looking to make sure they follow (he knows they follow), to make sure that the others com (he knows they come), he moves. Steadily. Street by street, whistling with his ponyta at one side and his stick (his staff) in hand at the other.
Whistling constantly, because if you show that you know the way, then the herd will follow.
And astoundingly it's working. The herd Grows. Four. Eight. Sixteen- like a pied piper, the mareep, the wooloo, the skiddo-
They all follow, because inexplicably, he Knows what he's doing.
[They Followed Me Home (Can I Keep Them?)]
"Nyhhh...you two?" A pair of pokemon- the ones who came first- are not going to the paddock. "How come you ain't..."
It's a Skiddo, and a Wooloo. Both bleat at him, and Katsuya scratches his head.
"Y..yeesh...'s Wicke gonna be alrigh' w' tha'..."