Fletcher awoke to the rhythmic bobbing of the ferry he was aboard, the very same movement that had allowed him to slip into a peaceful slumber all those hours ago when he’d originally boarded. At first his eyes struggled to see in the dimly lit cabin, he’d drawn the curtains across the only porthole before climbing into bed so the only two sources of light were the bedside lamp he’d carelessly left on and a pair of red orbs hovering just above the doorway that didn’t so much shine as simmer. The almost ghostly looking spheres caused the young man no alarm, even before his eyes had adjusted to the low amount of light he knew that the shimmer belonged to the eyes of his beloved Ninjask, Biscuit. The ninja like bug type rarely slept outside of his Pokeball but often provided a sort of lookout for his trainer regardless of any actual need for one. Throwing back the thick duvet he’d been under Fletcher slowly got out of bed, already sorely missing the comfort it had provided. That being said he’d been in there for some time so some stretching was necessary before he was ready to go anywhere. After all he had a big day ahead of him. The rustle of movement was enough to get the attention of Biscuit who zipped over to Fletcher so fast it appeared as if he had in fact teleported, a skill that lends itself to the cicada Pokémon’s entire species. Fletcher’s face broke into a small and sleepy smile as he extended one hand to pet the hard exoskeleton on Biscuit’s head. Although it was impossible for the insect to emote physically he emitted a small chirp of pleasure to make Fletcher aware of his enjoyment.
As a testament to how tired he was Fletcher had managed to both fall asleep fully clothed and had barely taken a proper look at the facilities provided to him within his room. He knew Virdime were loaded with cash but he hadn’t been expecting the ferry that simply takes him to the survival games to be so plush. Modern and sleek looking furniture, an on-suite bathroom, a huge flat screen TV that folds right out of the wall and even a mini bar could be found in the cabin designated to him. Perhaps if the journey had been longer he might have made use of them but considering Hoenn was closer to Westcott Island than any other region he suspected that he’d be arriving soon. So after a quick rummage through his Devon corp official rucksack to check all his things were in order (Tickets for the game, wallet, etc) he half-heartedly made the bed before slinging his bag over one shoulder and heading for the door, stopping only to grab a grape flavoured soda from the mini fridge and his Tyrantrum styled cap from where he’d left it by the door.
Emerging onto the deck was a mixed experience, on one hand the sea breeze and gentle kiss of sunshine on his skin was pleasant but on the other he felt a sudden knot of nerves clench in his stomach. He knew full well that he couldn’t forget that this wasn’t just a holiday, he was here for a reason and honestly there was a lot of pressure weighing down on his shoulders right about now. Representing the entirety of Devon corp? It wasn’t just his own pride that was at stake in the games that were to come. Although when he’d been given the assignment he’d been assured that it was all just for fun at the end of the day he couldn’t shake the feeling of responsibility that came with bearing the Devon name. A gentle buzz from above his left shoulder was enough for Fletcher to dismiss the nerves at least temporarily as he glanced up to see Biscuit already leading the way to the bow of the ship. After a final check to make sure the door to his room was locked Fletcher followed, careful not to lose his footing as the ship swayed.
The bow was already fairly full of people clamouring to get their first glimpse of Westcott Island but even standing at the back of the group Fletcher could get a good look at the beautiful landscape, the merging of nature and technology already apparent from here. A snow covered forest that all too suddenly transitioned into lush jungle and a monolithic tower standing tall between them. Fletcher understood that to be one of Virdime’s weather control towers, the primary way that the tech giant maintains the separate microclimates that can be found on Westcott. It was certainly a sight to behold first hand. He’d already pondered which climate he’d most prefer to start in, assuming of course that Virdime hadn’t changed them since he’d watched the event on TV last year, and had settled on the jungle being his best bet. Low visibility, plenty of natural resources and most importantly it was mostly full of grass and bug types. Pokemon Tobias could dispatch with relative ease. He’d considered bringing out his faithful fiery friend but had decided against it, the bow was crowded enough as it was and he reasoned that most people would be here with the Pokemon they planned on bringing with them into the event. The vibrant coloured Biscuit hovering around him would lead most people to assume he was going to be using the Ninjask when in fact he’d decided on using his Blaziken before even setting foot on the ferry. It was the obvious choice to him but for anybody who didn’t know him…..well they might assume the little bug was all he had.
Shortly after the spot of sightseeing the ferry made port and Fletcher found himself taking his first steps back on dry land in hours, black boots making firm impact against the cold cobblestone of the dock. Man and bug made their way towards the gate designated “Event participants” giving their name and date of birth before flashing the pair of tickets given to him by Devon over a week ago. When the lady behind the counter seemed pleased that everything was in order she issued them with a smart tag armband bearing the Virdime logo on it in bright orange.
“If you could make your way into the waiting area behind me and stay there until told otherwise please” The Virdime employee chimed, gesturing vaguely behind her.
“Cheers.” Fletcher replied, flashing a smile as he passed through the gate with Biscuit close in tow.
This left the duo in a wide courtyard of sorts, already full of trainers and their Pokemon milling around. Three large monitors were mounted on the walls of the courtyard and seemed to be playing highlights from the previous year’s event. At the rear of the area was what might as well have been any old train station, complete with cute wooden benches. Unwilling to stand out in such a way as to appear awkward Fletcher made his way over to one of the benches and sat down, digging the grape soda can he’d taken from his cabin earlier out of his pocket. As he took a deep glug of the bubbly purple liquid his eager brown eyes took in the surrounding scenery. Plenty of tough looking trainers and Pokemon here. To his left a tall and gangly individual with an Aerodactyl nuzzling his face affectionately, to his right a heavyset bearded ginger fellow with a menacing looking Hydreigon floating at his side, purple eyes glaring at anybody who dared approach them. Biscuit on the other hand had perched beside his trainer on the bench, not a care in the world. Well. Perhaps one care.
“Look pal, I know what you’re after. You had one before we set off! I... fine, fine. I guess you did behave yourself on the boat.” Fletcher grumbled, reaching into his rucksack to reveal, you guessed it, a chocolate covered biscuit. The treat was quickly taken by Biscuit who sat, quite content, nibbling away at his namesake with gusto. With little more to do but twiddle his thumbs and wait for the Virdime team to announce their next move Fletcher pulled down the rim of his cap a little and continued to glance around at the interesting variety of trainers on show, taking regular sips from his can of pop as he did so.
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As a testament to how tired he was Fletcher had managed to both fall asleep fully clothed and had barely taken a proper look at the facilities provided to him within his room. He knew Virdime were loaded with cash but he hadn’t been expecting the ferry that simply takes him to the survival games to be so plush. Modern and sleek looking furniture, an on-suite bathroom, a huge flat screen TV that folds right out of the wall and even a mini bar could be found in the cabin designated to him. Perhaps if the journey had been longer he might have made use of them but considering Hoenn was closer to Westcott Island than any other region he suspected that he’d be arriving soon. So after a quick rummage through his Devon corp official rucksack to check all his things were in order (Tickets for the game, wallet, etc) he half-heartedly made the bed before slinging his bag over one shoulder and heading for the door, stopping only to grab a grape flavoured soda from the mini fridge and his Tyrantrum styled cap from where he’d left it by the door.
Emerging onto the deck was a mixed experience, on one hand the sea breeze and gentle kiss of sunshine on his skin was pleasant but on the other he felt a sudden knot of nerves clench in his stomach. He knew full well that he couldn’t forget that this wasn’t just a holiday, he was here for a reason and honestly there was a lot of pressure weighing down on his shoulders right about now. Representing the entirety of Devon corp? It wasn’t just his own pride that was at stake in the games that were to come. Although when he’d been given the assignment he’d been assured that it was all just for fun at the end of the day he couldn’t shake the feeling of responsibility that came with bearing the Devon name. A gentle buzz from above his left shoulder was enough for Fletcher to dismiss the nerves at least temporarily as he glanced up to see Biscuit already leading the way to the bow of the ship. After a final check to make sure the door to his room was locked Fletcher followed, careful not to lose his footing as the ship swayed.
The bow was already fairly full of people clamouring to get their first glimpse of Westcott Island but even standing at the back of the group Fletcher could get a good look at the beautiful landscape, the merging of nature and technology already apparent from here. A snow covered forest that all too suddenly transitioned into lush jungle and a monolithic tower standing tall between them. Fletcher understood that to be one of Virdime’s weather control towers, the primary way that the tech giant maintains the separate microclimates that can be found on Westcott. It was certainly a sight to behold first hand. He’d already pondered which climate he’d most prefer to start in, assuming of course that Virdime hadn’t changed them since he’d watched the event on TV last year, and had settled on the jungle being his best bet. Low visibility, plenty of natural resources and most importantly it was mostly full of grass and bug types. Pokemon Tobias could dispatch with relative ease. He’d considered bringing out his faithful fiery friend but had decided against it, the bow was crowded enough as it was and he reasoned that most people would be here with the Pokemon they planned on bringing with them into the event. The vibrant coloured Biscuit hovering around him would lead most people to assume he was going to be using the Ninjask when in fact he’d decided on using his Blaziken before even setting foot on the ferry. It was the obvious choice to him but for anybody who didn’t know him…..well they might assume the little bug was all he had.
Shortly after the spot of sightseeing the ferry made port and Fletcher found himself taking his first steps back on dry land in hours, black boots making firm impact against the cold cobblestone of the dock. Man and bug made their way towards the gate designated “Event participants” giving their name and date of birth before flashing the pair of tickets given to him by Devon over a week ago. When the lady behind the counter seemed pleased that everything was in order she issued them with a smart tag armband bearing the Virdime logo on it in bright orange.
“If you could make your way into the waiting area behind me and stay there until told otherwise please” The Virdime employee chimed, gesturing vaguely behind her.
“Cheers.” Fletcher replied, flashing a smile as he passed through the gate with Biscuit close in tow.
This left the duo in a wide courtyard of sorts, already full of trainers and their Pokemon milling around. Three large monitors were mounted on the walls of the courtyard and seemed to be playing highlights from the previous year’s event. At the rear of the area was what might as well have been any old train station, complete with cute wooden benches. Unwilling to stand out in such a way as to appear awkward Fletcher made his way over to one of the benches and sat down, digging the grape soda can he’d taken from his cabin earlier out of his pocket. As he took a deep glug of the bubbly purple liquid his eager brown eyes took in the surrounding scenery. Plenty of tough looking trainers and Pokemon here. To his left a tall and gangly individual with an Aerodactyl nuzzling his face affectionately, to his right a heavyset bearded ginger fellow with a menacing looking Hydreigon floating at his side, purple eyes glaring at anybody who dared approach them. Biscuit on the other hand had perched beside his trainer on the bench, not a care in the world. Well. Perhaps one care.
“Look pal, I know what you’re after. You had one before we set off! I... fine, fine. I guess you did behave yourself on the boat.” Fletcher grumbled, reaching into his rucksack to reveal, you guessed it, a chocolate covered biscuit. The treat was quickly taken by Biscuit who sat, quite content, nibbling away at his namesake with gusto. With little more to do but twiddle his thumbs and wait for the Virdime team to announce their next move Fletcher pulled down the rim of his cap a little and continued to glance around at the interesting variety of trainers on show, taking regular sips from his can of pop as he did so.
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