Eternity RPC Board
12-18-2019, 01:46 PM
Skitty stretched and yawned wide in protest at being awakened by the broadcast. Although she had initially been opposed to being at sea, she'd found the warm sun too powerful to resist and, in the end, had formed herself into a tight little knot and had fallen fast asleep on her owner's lap.
Said owner, Aimee, also stretched as the announcement pulled her away from her daydreaming. As Skitty hopped down onto the deck with a mewl and another deep stretch, the young woman smoothed little bits of pink fur from her skirt, swung her legs off the deck chair, and stood. The seabreeze tousled and playfully tugged at her midnight black hair and beckoned her toward the railing. Leaning against it, Aimee took in a deep breath. The perfume of island flowers and the smell of salt greeted her and she smiled to herself.
"Come have a look, everyone!" she said, apparently to no one in particular at first. But then Skitty joined her, its little stub legs propelling it in one smooth leap up onto the girl's shoulder. From the shade of the boat's cabin materialized something nebulous, something dark, like a bit of shadow had snapped off and come to life: a Gastly. The poor ghost-type didn't appear to be enjoying the bright, unimpeded sun as much as her owner, but she perked up at the sight of land. Finally, the girls were joined by a Sneasel who had quite obviously been in the middle of preening his impressive ear feather, a little compact mirror decorated in a black enamel rose-and-skull motif still between his claws. Aimee took the mirror from him as her offered it to her and stuck his head through the railing to peer out.
The quartet had gone on many trips before. They had become quite the musical sensation at home and abroad, and their tours had taken them to strange new lands. But this adventure was different: this time, there weren't plush hotels and backstage rider buffets. Now, they would be truly adventuring.
"C'mon everyone," Aimee softly beckoned, slipping a pair of oversized shades over her face and reaching for her trusty parasol. "Let's go see if Carl and Clint are ready to disembark."
With that, the foursome set off across the boat.
Said owner, Aimee, also stretched as the announcement pulled her away from her daydreaming. As Skitty hopped down onto the deck with a mewl and another deep stretch, the young woman smoothed little bits of pink fur from her skirt, swung her legs off the deck chair, and stood. The seabreeze tousled and playfully tugged at her midnight black hair and beckoned her toward the railing. Leaning against it, Aimee took in a deep breath. The perfume of island flowers and the smell of salt greeted her and she smiled to herself.
"Come have a look, everyone!" she said, apparently to no one in particular at first. But then Skitty joined her, its little stub legs propelling it in one smooth leap up onto the girl's shoulder. From the shade of the boat's cabin materialized something nebulous, something dark, like a bit of shadow had snapped off and come to life: a Gastly. The poor ghost-type didn't appear to be enjoying the bright, unimpeded sun as much as her owner, but she perked up at the sight of land. Finally, the girls were joined by a Sneasel who had quite obviously been in the middle of preening his impressive ear feather, a little compact mirror decorated in a black enamel rose-and-skull motif still between his claws. Aimee took the mirror from him as her offered it to her and stuck his head through the railing to peer out.
The quartet had gone on many trips before. They had become quite the musical sensation at home and abroad, and their tours had taken them to strange new lands. But this adventure was different: this time, there weren't plush hotels and backstage rider buffets. Now, they would be truly adventuring.
"C'mon everyone," Aimee softly beckoned, slipping a pair of oversized shades over her face and reaching for her trusty parasol. "Let's go see if Carl and Clint are ready to disembark."
With that, the foursome set off across the boat.