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And the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down. Down on dear old Alva. Except not really. It would have if there hadn't been a cave - gloomy, moldy, and filthy from the deepest broove in the ground to the highest point in the place - to sheild his beautiful head. How did one say this in other languages? He couldn't remember. He was to busy focusing his thoughts on other, more important matters. No rain for me. Kein regen für meich. To amazing to care. Zu erstaunlich zu kümmern. Jealous of my looks. Eifersüchtig auf mein aussehen. But this wasn't German class; no, sure, it was far from something like a simple class teaching a different language from the countries most commonly used one. Instead, this was a boy, his Pokemon and... a shrine? The the middle of a cave... in the middle of nowhere. Hm. Something wasn't adding up. Not like that actually registered in the male's mind.
"And this, dear Gemini," came the calm, all-knowing, I'm-talking-like-I-know-what-I'm-talking-about-but-really-don't voice as it resounded and bounced off the walls of the cave, "is a shrine dedicated to the legendary Pokemon. ... Or the Unown. Or Pikachu." Two things to add about that. One, didn't Pikachu hold some sentimental value? Like... Like... That one guy. Scarlet, or something. Crimson? Ooo, that was a cool name. The black-haired dude with the cap who was the youngest champion in the Pokemon League's history. He had a Pikachu, right? Or was it a Raichu? Or a Pichu who, using the electricity it obtained from Raikou, used Super Rising Thunder on the Mahogany Town's Gym Leader - Darnit, getting off topic again. Second, he had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. He didn't even bother to try and translate what all of the lettering on the stone slab said because it was probably in some foreign language he wouldn't be able to speak. And, let me tell you, in his younger days, he knew how to speak a lot of languages. Like, between seven and ten. Fluently.
But, again, off topic.
The Skitty at Alva's feet sniffed gingerly at the shrine, pondering itself just how much her owner knew about it. She, herself, had never seen such a thing in her life and, just because they hadn't known each other for to long, he didn't look like one to have gone past a ten feet radius of his home until the day she was captured and gifted to him. Chances of him having seen this matter before in his life were unlikely. Of course, humans had strange rectangular devices that openned up that allowed them ot study things they couldn't see, hear, or touch... Was this something he'd learned up on? As her nose brushed against stone, a strange sensation passed through her and she recoiled visibly. Did those strange letters just... glow? Hm... Something about them looked familiar, as well... Were they actual letters? They looked kind of like Pokemon, all the same... However, before her mind could try and process everything she was taking in, her owner was already speaking up and moving away from their previous spot.
"But, you know, this is such an ugly little thing." More breif light reflected off that stone. That cat-like creature must have been going crazy to have imagined it twice. "Who would waste their time building this?" She most certainly did not imagine it that time, that, she was certain of. "Whatever. Let's move on." A tiny sigh of relief escaped her mouth at her masters words. However, before the two departed, he shoved his boot into the stone structure and watched with a smirk as it toppled over and broke upon impact with the ground. What an old thing, it must have been, to be so very fragile. That, or he was stronger than he was letting on. ... Old age. That seemed the far more reasonable of the two. As the two turned their backs, however, they missed the blinking eyes that stared at them from the walls that disappeared into nothingness as suddenly as they'd shown up.
Navigating through a laybryth of a cave, oh joy. This was so much more pretty than Erayo, that was certain. All of the water that splattered on his head, plastering his hair to other strands and to the sides of his face, the mold everywhere, and lets not forget that swarm of Zubat that he fought off bravely sissy girl-style. You know, where you flail your arms in front of you and hope, pray it does something? ... Yeah, it doesn't. Gemini had to hop in with Fake Out to make them all flinch so the pathetic duo could flee. It was quite the idiot sight, indeed. Not like them trekking slowly through the area, human bent down far to dramatically for his own good and Pokemon lagging behind noticable was any better. The occational moan and groan of a drama queen- er, king didn't make anything better, as well. Seriously, his over dramatic tendancies were really starting to get on his partner's nerves. She would have likely snapped at him if he continued... only he didn't. Because something else hit their ear drums. And ear splitting cream peirced the air, sending chills through their very-
Okay, yeah. No.
More like wail of boredom and irritation. A sort of "arg" sound so loudly that almost every soul in the area would be able to hear it. Which made him just as irritated at the owner of the voice. Really? Who just went around wailing at the top of their lungs? Not cool, man. Totally uncool. IT made him sick. Like, I had a terrible cough sick. So much so that, to add to the realism, a loud, over exaggerated cough escaped his mouth; obviously fake. However, in the moments after, a terrible sneeze erupted from his notrals and mouth, making him wonder if he was allergic to something in the cave. Darn it. Allergies were as much of a pain as people who didn't know when to keep their mouths shut. ... And then another thought occured to him. People who didn't know when to keep their mouths shuts. People who didn't - People! For goodness sake, why hadn't he thought of this sooner? He was lost for pity's sake, though he'd never admit to- oh. I left out that he was lost? Sorry. He most certainly is. It's a giant. Cave. He would rather be waiting right next to the entrance to wait until the rain died down than safe in it's deep embrace. And, the only reason was he wasn't out in the rain was because it would ruin his perfectly styled hair and the mud would splatter all over his perfectly matching clothes. He would likely die. Of a heart attack. Well, it that actually happened.
The pink-colored feline Pocket Monster - oi, that was a lot of words. He'd try to cut back on the word usage next time. - had already stiffed and was perparing herself to launch at where the sound had come from. She wanted to get out of there, probably. She didn't mind getting splattered with mud. He sneezed again. When she tore off, though, without the command of her trainer, the man let out a sigh and started jogging to keep pace with her. Five minutes. Oh, it was to much. He wasn't even running that fast. Seriously, he was hardly even walking, and already, he was winded. Except not really. He just liked to make a big fuss over everything. "Oh... Oh! Whatever am I to do? I cannot will my feet to carry me any further... Where for art thou, Gemini?" Dropping to the ground and laying there, unmoving, he cut withthe corny accent. "Arg. Too much! I just ran too hard! I don't see how I can possibly go - oof!" His words were cut off as his partner aimed a tackle attack directly into his belly successfully knocking the wind out of him. Recovering and clutching his stomache, he glared at the Skitty - who was not usually this rude, he noted - and wailed, "Hey! What the heck is wrong with you?" Within heartbeats, the cat's tail was shoved up his mouth in an attempt to keep him quiet; only way she could. Once her message was across and he silenced himself, she began to push and drag him towards a widening in the cave area just up ahead that he hadn't noticed in his drama attack. What was up there? What did she want?
And, boy was something up there.
"Girls!" he wailed joyously, slapping a hand over his mouth when he found both were asleep. "And they look like they're high school girls, too!" He proceeded to sing a - quiet - song about how much he loved high school girls and how today was actually starting to turn up. Today's my lucky day. Heute ist mein glückstag! Turning to Gemini and lifting her into the air, did a spin, and whispered joyously, "Oh, Gemini, how I love you ever so! If I could have your babies, I would. But that would be weird. So I'm not every going to go there again~!" A baffled look colored the Skitty's face as she was set on the ground again. "Alright now... Hm... Let's see... Ooo, their wearing just the right clothing! This'll be super easy..." Getting down on the ground and slowly crawling towards the two like the little pervert he was, he continued, "I should be able to... To see... To... To... Achoo!" Another awful sneeze esceped his... face? It was probably loud enough to wake any normal person - but these could be heavy sleepers, he pondered - and the way it echoed off the walls only added to the volume. Leaping to his feet and backing away, he defended even without being questioned, "It's not what it looks like! I swear, I wasn't doing anything!"
Had he not been so flustered, maybe Alva would have seen the eyes watching him frmo behind.
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