Johto was new to her. True enough she had heard many things about it before, and just six months ago her brother had finished his tour of the region, but still, in seven years of travelling this was her first time in the country. The sun was hotter than she had expected and so her travel-worn black jacket found itself stuff into her bag, near the bottom, with the equally dishevelled blanket. The light was so bright that everything took on an almost misty golden quality; she mused if this was how the city had gotten its name. Scion sat next to her on the dockside, panting slightly in the heat. Setting her bag down, Dove took the time to tie her newly cut hair back. Having the short brown strands float away on the breeze every so often was annoying her.
The port was not an ugly place, unlike the ones of Sinnoh she had visited. It gleamed in the summer sun, it was so clean. Everywhere about her locals and tourists hustled and buslted; the city was busy, but not unfriendly. A few feet from her, on the edge where the wooden dock met the promenade, stood a giant map of Golden Rod. A large red dot marked the dock where she was standing. With little effort she swung her heavy backpack up on her left shoulder and strode to the map. The Jolteon followed obediently.
The map was highly detailed, but not fussed or confused. The Golden Rod Council must know their city well, she thought, as areas of interest for tourists, trainers and business men were marked in different colours. All the trainer's sites were marked in green on the map, and a Poke-ball near the city's park was shown to be the place she was looking for. It looked to be a good twenty minute walk from the port and there were a great deal of hotels and bed-and-breakfast's that were closer, but travelling so much made the pocket light. PokeCentres always had spare room for a trainer with no roof.
"Come along Scion, it's about time we grabbed some lunch." The pair started off down the main street, past beautifully grafted buildings with their pillars and arches shining in the summer sun. For a trainer, her life had been mostly uneventful for the past five years, just slipping soundly from one region to the next, honing her skills and those of her team. If anything, she knew that Johto would be as equally pleasant as the rest of her life. Walking down the street, she started to hum.
Busy as it was with the crowds of mis-matched people, Dove did not notice that she had caught someone eye. And their ire. Sitting at one of a small bistro's out-door tables, a woman watched the oblivious trainer closely. Sipping at her frappe-latte, she noted all the details of the other. As the younger woman passed by, the mysterious observer stayed put, following only with her eyes. In a few moments, Dove was out of sight, lost in the crowd. A few minutes more passed and the woman finished her drink.
The phone was slick black, with red details running down either side. It was not the latest model, but served her purposes just as well as any could. Scrolling through her contacts, she found the name she was looking for.
"Well, hello Truck," A muffled grunt came from the other end in response to the woman's dangerously smooth voice. "I do believe I've found her."
(OOC: Well, that seems a bit short, but I was never very good with RP posts. If you want to join, do feel free. Truck and the mysterious woman are NPC's, naturally, so if you want any details so you can have either in your posts (within reason, for the introductions I'd suppose) PM me.)
The port was not an ugly place, unlike the ones of Sinnoh she had visited. It gleamed in the summer sun, it was so clean. Everywhere about her locals and tourists hustled and buslted; the city was busy, but not unfriendly. A few feet from her, on the edge where the wooden dock met the promenade, stood a giant map of Golden Rod. A large red dot marked the dock where she was standing. With little effort she swung her heavy backpack up on her left shoulder and strode to the map. The Jolteon followed obediently.
The map was highly detailed, but not fussed or confused. The Golden Rod Council must know their city well, she thought, as areas of interest for tourists, trainers and business men were marked in different colours. All the trainer's sites were marked in green on the map, and a Poke-ball near the city's park was shown to be the place she was looking for. It looked to be a good twenty minute walk from the port and there were a great deal of hotels and bed-and-breakfast's that were closer, but travelling so much made the pocket light. PokeCentres always had spare room for a trainer with no roof.
"Come along Scion, it's about time we grabbed some lunch." The pair started off down the main street, past beautifully grafted buildings with their pillars and arches shining in the summer sun. For a trainer, her life had been mostly uneventful for the past five years, just slipping soundly from one region to the next, honing her skills and those of her team. If anything, she knew that Johto would be as equally pleasant as the rest of her life. Walking down the street, she started to hum.
Busy as it was with the crowds of mis-matched people, Dove did not notice that she had caught someone eye. And their ire. Sitting at one of a small bistro's out-door tables, a woman watched the oblivious trainer closely. Sipping at her frappe-latte, she noted all the details of the other. As the younger woman passed by, the mysterious observer stayed put, following only with her eyes. In a few moments, Dove was out of sight, lost in the crowd. A few minutes more passed and the woman finished her drink.
The phone was slick black, with red details running down either side. It was not the latest model, but served her purposes just as well as any could. Scrolling through her contacts, she found the name she was looking for.
"Well, hello Truck," A muffled grunt came from the other end in response to the woman's dangerously smooth voice. "I do believe I've found her."
(OOC: Well, that seems a bit short, but I was never very good with RP posts. If you want to join, do feel free. Truck and the mysterious woman are NPC's, naturally, so if you want any details so you can have either in your posts (within reason, for the introductions I'd suppose) PM me.)