[OOC- Just for the heck of it, and 'cause I feel loik writing...and I have another bio to play wif, behold teh RP of zee numbair twa(two)]
BIC-
As a neverending haze of ash swirled down from the summit of Mt.Chimney, a small and overly-dramatic boy, dressed in a store-bought ninja costume crouched down in the cover of the sooty reeds. Never the patient one though, he shifted more and more frequently, and before long his not-so-hidden spot was free of ash; naturally the green patch amidst all of the sooty grey was more than a beacon.
"Gosh...how can I be a ninja when no one will come around?" he grumbled darkly to himself.
The sound of his own voice covered up a frustrated cough, which could've been heard to the boy's left and up a steep incline. But as he fell silent, the 'ninja' heard the minorly annoyed voice cutting through the thick cloud of ash.
"Geez...c'mon Lan...I swear, coming to this place is like asking for trouble..."
He turned curiously and scrambled up the hill, only to topple back over when a pair of figures, blanketed in soot, popped out of a patch of grass in an explosion of ash. He pitched backwards with a small yelp, rolling down the hill and wincing as a small stone thunked on his head at the bottom.
Ramen glowered at the small reprieve from the sea of ridiculously soft grey. His crimson-red hair was grey, his black shirt was grey....and even Lan, a light brown and white Eevee, was the same grey.
I swear, if I see ashes in a fire for a month, I'm gonna throw up he thought darkly, lifting the small, affectionate Eevee up and giving him a pat down.
The resulting mist of soot clogged his nostrils, and he stumbled off to the left, into another patch of grass, which sent another shower of powdery ash on top of them.
"Oh, come on..." he muttered, wiping off the accumulating pile from his hair.
The ninja boy now waited giddily, a grin cracking across his face as he pulled out a Pokeball and waited. Waited and watched for the duo to come down the small hill that led from there to the gloriously soot-free town of Lavaridge. It didn't take long (Ramen's patience was a trembling, thin thing, and it broke faster than a tiny twig under pressure. And when it did, the map was the first thing to come out) for the trainer and his dingy Eevee to come upon him.
He bounded from his hiding spot and halted right under Ramen's nose, grinning with aggravating confidence at him.
"Hello mortal! I am a ninja, and you must prove yourself to me in order to pass!" he declared, showing him his single Pokeball, holding a Nincada that was as old as the volcano itself.
"Unless I'm mistaken, ninjas are just as mortal as anyone, and thus have no right to deem anyone else a mortal." Ramen said coolly to the young boy.
"Eh, well -"
"And my Eevee and I have no time or patience to fight you. You'd end up losing and then I'd have to put up with you muttering excuses." the teenager snapped again, sneezing a cloud of ash.
With that he marched off, evading a no-doubt boring battle purely by lack of social ability. The boy blinked silently a few times, watching the exhausted trainer stomp off, cutting a green path through the field of mottled grey.
[OOC- If someone wants to show up in town, Ramen and Lan would be at the Pokemon center's natural springs, with Ramen looking anti-social and evasive ^_^;;;]
BIC-
As a neverending haze of ash swirled down from the summit of Mt.Chimney, a small and overly-dramatic boy, dressed in a store-bought ninja costume crouched down in the cover of the sooty reeds. Never the patient one though, he shifted more and more frequently, and before long his not-so-hidden spot was free of ash; naturally the green patch amidst all of the sooty grey was more than a beacon.
"Gosh...how can I be a ninja when no one will come around?" he grumbled darkly to himself.
The sound of his own voice covered up a frustrated cough, which could've been heard to the boy's left and up a steep incline. But as he fell silent, the 'ninja' heard the minorly annoyed voice cutting through the thick cloud of ash.
"Geez...c'mon Lan...I swear, coming to this place is like asking for trouble..."
He turned curiously and scrambled up the hill, only to topple back over when a pair of figures, blanketed in soot, popped out of a patch of grass in an explosion of ash. He pitched backwards with a small yelp, rolling down the hill and wincing as a small stone thunked on his head at the bottom.
Ramen glowered at the small reprieve from the sea of ridiculously soft grey. His crimson-red hair was grey, his black shirt was grey....and even Lan, a light brown and white Eevee, was the same grey.
I swear, if I see ashes in a fire for a month, I'm gonna throw up he thought darkly, lifting the small, affectionate Eevee up and giving him a pat down.
The resulting mist of soot clogged his nostrils, and he stumbled off to the left, into another patch of grass, which sent another shower of powdery ash on top of them.
"Oh, come on..." he muttered, wiping off the accumulating pile from his hair.
The ninja boy now waited giddily, a grin cracking across his face as he pulled out a Pokeball and waited. Waited and watched for the duo to come down the small hill that led from there to the gloriously soot-free town of Lavaridge. It didn't take long (Ramen's patience was a trembling, thin thing, and it broke faster than a tiny twig under pressure. And when it did, the map was the first thing to come out) for the trainer and his dingy Eevee to come upon him.
He bounded from his hiding spot and halted right under Ramen's nose, grinning with aggravating confidence at him.
"Hello mortal! I am a ninja, and you must prove yourself to me in order to pass!" he declared, showing him his single Pokeball, holding a Nincada that was as old as the volcano itself.
"Unless I'm mistaken, ninjas are just as mortal as anyone, and thus have no right to deem anyone else a mortal." Ramen said coolly to the young boy.
"Eh, well -"
"And my Eevee and I have no time or patience to fight you. You'd end up losing and then I'd have to put up with you muttering excuses." the teenager snapped again, sneezing a cloud of ash.
With that he marched off, evading a no-doubt boring battle purely by lack of social ability. The boy blinked silently a few times, watching the exhausted trainer stomp off, cutting a green path through the field of mottled grey.
[OOC- If someone wants to show up in town, Ramen and Lan would be at the Pokemon center's natural springs, with Ramen looking anti-social and evasive ^_^;;;]