Post by Noland on May 6, 2015 18:47:45 GMT -7
The Battle Frontier was bustling with life as usual, both people and Pokemon scurrying about up and down the streets as if they were a stampede of Tauros. The chattering of each and every individual floated through the warm May air, loosely hanging about in some areas more than others. Such a lively day was quite normal on this small excluded exclusive Pokemon trainer hub.
Seven different facilities, each representing a quality that is much needed in a Pokemon trainer, were scattered along the Archipelago. The Battle Factory, being one of them, was set on the South-West with a stunning view of Hoenn’s large body of water. Due to the steaming weather, vast amounts of the trainers were spending their time battling outside instead of inside so that they could enjoy the Hawaii-like climate. One of these people went by the name Noland.
Upon first glance, Noland seemed just like your everyday mechanic, dressed for the part as well as mentally and verbally prepared for the part. The man’s attire consisted of a timid grey lab coat without the sleeves, as well as a simple coal coloured tank top, complete with matching mechanic pants. At the given time, he was without battle, sitting in a small shaded secluded shadow beneath a slim tree with large leaves, providing an umbrella-like structure. He was comfortably leaning back with his legs crossed, waving one foot with a bright red shoe in circles in the air. His arms were folded across his chest, his gloved hands lightly tapping against his triceps to the beat of an inaudible song. His crimson cap, tilted forward to cover his face as though he were asleep.
At this time of the year, numerous Ground, Rock, as well as Fire-type Pokemon gathered around the caves of the island. It is a mystery, to this day, how they came to be on this coastal region. Nonetheless, there they were, some fast asleep in the depths of Artisan cave, while some were basking in the Sun’s welcoming rays of light. As a matter in fact, a couple of the Pokemon had begun napping by Noland’s side, seemingly comfortable with his presence. Numel, Slugma, Rhyhorn, Geodude, Nosepass, you name it. There were a pile of others that had yet to be seen by the inhabitants of the Battle Frontier. Until then, they remained hidden comfortably.
The man awoke, only minutes later, with a loud yawn and a stretch high into the air, his hands far above his head. He didn’t seem at all surprised by the Pokemon that were huddled around him, as though he were quite used to it. He glanced around left, then to the right, examining the area in which he slept. No one. Just the soothing sound of the waves folding onto the sandy shore, rolling back then forth without a care in the world. He was at ease, quite content with the serenity at the current time and location.
Seven different facilities, each representing a quality that is much needed in a Pokemon trainer, were scattered along the Archipelago. The Battle Factory, being one of them, was set on the South-West with a stunning view of Hoenn’s large body of water. Due to the steaming weather, vast amounts of the trainers were spending their time battling outside instead of inside so that they could enjoy the Hawaii-like climate. One of these people went by the name Noland.
Upon first glance, Noland seemed just like your everyday mechanic, dressed for the part as well as mentally and verbally prepared for the part. The man’s attire consisted of a timid grey lab coat without the sleeves, as well as a simple coal coloured tank top, complete with matching mechanic pants. At the given time, he was without battle, sitting in a small shaded secluded shadow beneath a slim tree with large leaves, providing an umbrella-like structure. He was comfortably leaning back with his legs crossed, waving one foot with a bright red shoe in circles in the air. His arms were folded across his chest, his gloved hands lightly tapping against his triceps to the beat of an inaudible song. His crimson cap, tilted forward to cover his face as though he were asleep.
At this time of the year, numerous Ground, Rock, as well as Fire-type Pokemon gathered around the caves of the island. It is a mystery, to this day, how they came to be on this coastal region. Nonetheless, there they were, some fast asleep in the depths of Artisan cave, while some were basking in the Sun’s welcoming rays of light. As a matter in fact, a couple of the Pokemon had begun napping by Noland’s side, seemingly comfortable with his presence. Numel, Slugma, Rhyhorn, Geodude, Nosepass, you name it. There were a pile of others that had yet to be seen by the inhabitants of the Battle Frontier. Until then, they remained hidden comfortably.
The man awoke, only minutes later, with a loud yawn and a stretch high into the air, his hands far above his head. He didn’t seem at all surprised by the Pokemon that were huddled around him, as though he were quite used to it. He glanced around left, then to the right, examining the area in which he slept. No one. Just the soothing sound of the waves folding onto the sandy shore, rolling back then forth without a care in the world. He was at ease, quite content with the serenity at the current time and location.