Breaking in / renly / industrial district Jan 6, 2020 7:25:39 GMT -5
Post by Lionel Raymond James Jr. on Jan 6, 2020 7:25:39 GMT -5
Ray stretched casually, his eyes shut as his long, limber body stretched over some unused pipes laying across the ground. He was clearly on the verge of trespassing in the industrial district, technically doing so already by being around unused and discarded pipes that were found to have been faulty, and instead had been left out to rust.
Eggs, two loose and three resting peacefully inside of a special hatching box, sat next to Ray's legs on the ground, Marg herself leaning against the hatching box, her light weight body barely budging it. The tiny Pokemon never budged much of anything, outside of battle. She had been proving herself to be a battling machine for her level, even without the influence of Ray's hyper emotions. She may have picked them up and copied them, but it was her who had the snap reaction time to listen to Ray's calls and execute them.
She was still a baby Pokemon though, and had much to learn. Her reactions would be nothing to the rampage of his Noivern, and her power and speed would never be able to match up to his former team at all while she was at such a low level. Ray was a surprisingly patient trainer though, having already known what it's like to raise a team from young, and having made mistakes with his own dragons that he had at least some general experience to bring over to non-dragon teams.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he pulled his phone out and opened the texts to his friend in one smooth motion, well practiced. He had been receiving pics through the duration of the day, his friend dressed up and at work, relaxing across one of the benches. There were several more selfies lined up, one with a Houndoom poised next to him, wearing a tactical vests, several other Pokemon in the room behind him. It wasn't often that they were called out for something, but when they were, he couldn't help but worry until he got that selfie with the two of them without a vest on.
He was his closest friend, after all. One of his only ones he was still in contact with too. With a heavy sigh, he laid his head back, closing his eyes for just a moment as Marg did her own thing cooing over the eggs that would be her soon-to-be partners and friends.
WINGULL AND FOMANTIS EGGS
HATCHING BOX G. YAMASK / LILEEP AND SNIVY
Level to Marg 9 > 10
MADE BY VEL OF GS