Mysterious Trainer AZ (
gianthobo) wrote in
thebastion2014-01-28 03:42 am
Entry tags:
Day 153 | Open
Who: AZ, his Pokemon, and open!
Open: Open.
When: 153, late morning
Where: Outside the Workshop for AZ, various spots around the Bastion for his Pokemon.
What: AZ is tinkering with something, and his Pokemon are taking the opportunity to get in some exercise.
Format: Whatever works.
Warnings: idk possible Pokemon spoilers
Going on the Skyway is dangerous. AZ knows this, everyone in the Bastion knows this. Still, some dangers are a little unexpected - such as falling over into some mud. Limping back, AZ had figured out the problem - his leg brace was loose.
Which is why AZ is now sitting in front of the workshop, a screwdriver carefully held between his fingers, trying to tighten the brace. Every so often he frowns, unscrews something, and pulls the brace off to look at it more closely.
His Pokemon, however, are another story. Floette is floating over near the memorial, looking thoughtful and a little sad. Torkoal has parked himself near the forge's furnace, puffing smoke into the air around him. Golurk has found the training hall, and is throwing powerful punches as it works out. Sigilyph is flying around near the ranch, looking down at the animals there curiously.
[[ooc; Just let me know who you're tagging in your comment or your header!]]
Open: Open.
When: 153, late morning
Where: Outside the Workshop for AZ, various spots around the Bastion for his Pokemon.
What: AZ is tinkering with something, and his Pokemon are taking the opportunity to get in some exercise.
Format: Whatever works.
Warnings: idk possible Pokemon spoilers
Going on the Skyway is dangerous. AZ knows this, everyone in the Bastion knows this. Still, some dangers are a little unexpected - such as falling over into some mud. Limping back, AZ had figured out the problem - his leg brace was loose.
Which is why AZ is now sitting in front of the workshop, a screwdriver carefully held between his fingers, trying to tighten the brace. Every so often he frowns, unscrews something, and pulls the brace off to look at it more closely.
His Pokemon, however, are another story. Floette is floating over near the memorial, looking thoughtful and a little sad. Torkoal has parked himself near the forge's furnace, puffing smoke into the air around him. Golurk has found the training hall, and is throwing powerful punches as it works out. Sigilyph is flying around near the ranch, looking down at the animals there curiously.
[[ooc; Just let me know who you're tagging in your comment or your header!]]

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[There's no gods he really pledges any sort of allegiance to. Pokemon are powerful beings, and some consider certain ones like gods, but that's never been for him. But if the gods here are real... perhaps he'll try. It can't hurt.]