Keegan’s foot caught on a stubby bush and she stumbled, making pebbles skid everywhere until she caught her balance. ‘Stupid trees … can they even be called trees?’ she wondered, kicking the foliage belligerently.
Yeah, that'll teach that damned bush. XD
The pokémon had been quite willing to battle with her in the Safari Zone, and she hadn’t exactly been disobedient since, but there was attitude there. Keegan didn’t think it was because the butterfly was angry with being taken from her home—in fact, when she’d released her for the first time in the Fuchsia Pokémon Centre Bramble had been nothing less than enthralled with all the new things she could look at (and almost been chomped on by an irate and stir-crazy nidoqueen when she turned out to be too much of a nuisance)
. Same for when they got to Cinnabar (minus the nidoqueen-chomping. This time it was a houndour)
I love those bolded bits there; they put such amusing images in my head. X3
At least Hazel’s
trying to be mature about this.
Mature, right. If sitting/perching at opposite sides of a room and staring at one another for hours on end could be called mature.
Releasing her at
all would have seemed like a slap in the face. Or over the antenna. Or whatever.
‘Bii.’ With a grunt Hazel settled by Keegan’s leg, automatically kneading the hard stone beneath her and swishing her tail around her side.
And thus I am made to think of a kitty
, and thereby not only Hazel but eevee in general gain several cuteness points in my mind. ^^
With a mixture of dread and excitement Keegan clambered to her feet and heaved her bag onto her shoulder, automatically dusting herself off before following Hazel’s nervously whisking tail towards the contour-pretending-to-be-a-path
that led behind the crags.
I like that phrase. ^^
Okay, so I’m nosy. I blame you.
Oh yes, blame the imaginary voice in your head, that’s incredibly sane.
XD Priceless. I continue to like the heck out of the little conversations between Keegan and "the little fox".
The blonde-haired girl shook her head violently. Dammit, why did she have to talk to herself so much?
That I can't answer, but I do know that I sure am glad that she does.
‘No, wait! Bram!’ Keegan hissed, but the only answer she received was a gentle twirl and an eyes-screwed-up expression which might have annoyance. Or constipation.
Keegan was willing to bet the former.
But Groudon’s power spread with flame and rock and the reach of land, and it wasn’t only Hoenn that Maxie aimed to ‘rescue’ from the influence of the ocean.
He realised he’d put quote marks around the word ‘rescue’ a second later, even in his own mind
, and had to stop short and lower his face to take a moment to compose himself, his chest clenched with guilt.
My favorite part of that scene, particularly due to that bolded bit there. I loved that. ^^
The device in his hand chimed and he blinked in mild surprise, having been staring at it unseeingly with his head still downcast. Oh.
I liked that; it really showed how deep in his thoughts he had been. I also thought it was kind of a cute moment. X3
For an instant he was aware of everything: the coarse feel of his damp clothes sticking to him; his hair, limp and heavy from the humidity but still drifting on the slightest of breezes; his breathing, quick, too quick, so that he felt as though he couldn’t possibly be getting enough air; his heart pounding in his ribs, so harsh that it pulsed throughout his entire body; his skin tight and close as if only he could shed it he could flee light as a bird, because right then he couldn’t ****ing move
Nice description of what that moment felt like for him there. ^^
Now, it was only the knowledge that Murkrow couldn’t stop herself from falling—********************—
that had him reacting, although he honestly couldn’t remember thinking
anything. He could barely see the pokéball’s red light against the flames, and for a moment it looked as though she’d been swallowed by them; but then the pokéball dinged and locked down to standby as they did whenever there was a critically injured pokémon inside, so that they weren’t released accidentally by an inattentive trainer.
The flames were dimming, Flareon was darting towards him before vanishing into red light, and his mind had apparently taken a holiday because suddenly he was hurtling towards the four bikes still lying innocuously on the ground beneath the sheer ledge.
They weren’t quite like the ones he knew, but that was only a dim realisation to the overwhelming gogogogogogogogogogo
What I like about those bits I bolded there is the nice sense of urgency they've got about them. Nice effect there. ^^