ooc; Sorry for the lateness! But the song is by Epitone Project, and it’s Korean title is “봄날, 벚꽃 그리고 너,” which means “Spring, cherry blossoms, and you” in English. Hope this helps!!
ooc; Ahhh, why thank you dearie! So sorry this reply was quite late, but it certainly put a smile on my face when I saw this pop up in my message box. Thank you so much for reading it and enjoy it!! <3
A man clad in black and fushia came from the top of a hill, an compressed ball of poisonous gas floating humbly at his side. That cat-like sway and lanky posture gave the older man away before his voice, which admittedly was some relief from the wind in his ears, but it caused the young Leader to bite on his lip. That type of attitude was one that could not be replicated: that was Morty.
“My, my, what’s with that face, Falkner?”
“Don’t tell me that you actually want to get wrinkles at a younger age.”
“Shouldn’t you be happy to see me? I was just about to get lonely without seeing anyone, you know.”
Why did it not surprise him that Morty wasn’t all upset about being in this strange field? Knowing him he was probably cracking jokes with Gastly and making a pick list of what he would say to the next random bystander he ran into. At least, he botched up that list because they were old childhood friends even in Morty was considerably a few years older than him. Perhaps he should proceed with caution, he didn’t want to be tempted into any sort of trouble in a place like this. Not like that charm had any sort of affect on him.
“You could put it that way if it pleases you. Your arrival only makes my head hurt more. Where are we?” Falkner jumped right to the point, wanting to skip the introductions and straight into business. His arms crossed over his chest and he rubbed small circles, even if he his face wouldn’t change his arms were littered with goose bumps. This was not the summer of Johto and the sun was beginning to set. How appropriate for Morty’s entry. This man always had a darker perk to that playfulness..the bird tamer could just sense it. Regardless, he trusted his old friend enough to approach him.
“Oh come now, don’t go and be like that,” he emphasized, putting a dramatic hand to his chest. “You would me with such words. Is that how friends are supposed to treat each other?” Clearly from the way he spoke, however, it was blatant enough to tell that he was only joking and going along with the other’s frustration. “Honestly, sometimes I feel that you only pretend to be nice to me whenever Whitney and Bugsy are around us; if they weren’t, well. You’d be just as mean to me as you’re doing now.” He heaved a sarcastic sigh then, pulling a hand up to brush a few blonde strands of hair away from his face.
“Looks like you’ll be stuck with me for a few more hours — days, months, even. I myself am not quite sure.” His eyes strayed over to look back up the direction he had come from, blinking. “I didn’t see any sorts of living things while I was trekking across these plains; it’s almost as if we’ve been thrown into a completely other dimension.” A small smile crept across his lips. “I’m sure Eusine would’ve wished to have come along for the ride down here. Or is it up, somewhere in heaven? No, no, this place looks much too dreary for a heaven…” Through with his own guesswork, he swung around to face Falkner once more, canting his head slightly to the right. “So…I suppose you could say that is my roundabout answer of telling you: no, I don’t know where we are.”
Though while his friend might seem stressed at the idea of being stranded in a No Man’s Land, Morty quite liked the idea; being Fourth Gym Leader in line, he had to wait more often for seasoned Trainers to show up at his doorstep than Falkner had, who was probably rushed with Trainers on a day-to-day basis.
“I’m sure that we press forth together, we might end up someplace where there might be signs of life. Care to come along? Or would you rather take your cool demeanor elsewhere? I am sorry to say, however, that they’re aren’t any girls around to coo at your looks this time, Falkner…~” And with a final chuckle, he brushed past his friend to head back up hill with Gastly in tow.
A silent breeze swept past the boy’s feet, he sat in a wide-eyed trance overlooking a hilly region. Where were the small, rural streets littered with newbie trainers and their starter Pokémon trailing behind their feet? The neon signs of the Poké Center reading ‘ALL DAY EVERY DAY’? The small opening leading to route 32 with various chatty trainers…
This was not Violet City. He didn’t even see any bushes shaking with critters. His hand pat at his side, feeling that the capsules containing his companions were still very present. This was the only factor that seemed real to him. But there was no need to sit around and wait for more of those black monsters. They were what drug him to this place unmarked on his Pokégear map. The tiny digital screen was fuzzy, the gray image overlapped with a small black question mark.
“This place is too quiet.” Falkner stared over the when a sudden noise caught his attention. A cool face took over him once more, the eyes of a lost boy were begotten and replaced with a man’s many times his age. Who was there?
Being one for the dark arts and the supernatural, it had been no surprise that Morty hadn’t been too startled when a thicket of dark cords had seized him from his home and had transplanted him here in this purgatorial netherworld. He was quite fond of such places. After all, it beat awaiting trainers in Ecruteak City, the most boring of all Johto cities despite what many tourist pamphlets had advertised.
Now here he was with Gastly in tow, scoping the endless plains and plateaus that might lead to nowhere. “But nowhere is nice,” he mused aloud to his ghostly friend, turning to look at the gaseous form with a catty grin. “Besides, I was quite tired of being cooped up and waiting for something interesting to happen.” And as he and his Pokemon trekked the weeds and twirls of grass they had eventually came to a small slope, where a very familiar figure stood in his usual cold air. The boy seemed to sense their presence and had immediately turned their way as he carefully came down the little hill.
“My, my, what’s with that face, Falkner?” he asked with a small chuckle, pointing over at his face. “Don’t tell me that you actually want to get wrinkles at a younger age.” Gastly floated along side him, a wide grin plastered across its black face at hearing the small criticism. “Shouldn’t you be happy to see me? I was just about to get lonely without seeing anyone, you know.”
Sorry for not being very active as of late — other muses are a bit stronger than this one, and I apologize in advance for my sluggish activity. I haven’t really roleplayed Morty since the beginning of last summer, so I apologize if he’s a bit…rusty. ANYWAY, I’ll follow all the people on the masterlist shortly~
