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A Grey life Chapter 10: The Breaking
You should know these things before reading my story
" " people speaking
( ) a person's thoughts
The morning sun was both welcome and dreaded.
After having walked around the forest the entire night occupied with his own mind, he needed the warmth.
But, as the morning came, he knew he had to tell the girls. The thing that had kept him from going to sleep was to figure out a way in which he would tell them. He had tried to push those thoughts away with training strategies and Pokémon types he would search for. Without success.
(Get it over with.)
"Sara. Wendy. Get up." He stood outside of the tent, ready to say the words he so carefully had chosen during the night.
Both of the girls awoke the instant he spoke. All three of them did that now. After sleeping in the wild the time they had, they were always on edge.
"Vincent?" Sara said groggily
"Get out here. I need to talk to you both."
It didn't take long before the girls were out of the tent. Wendy in her jammies and Sara in hers. Which really just were sweatpants and a large T- shirt.
"What is it? Is something wrong?" Sara was the clueless one. Wendy had a hunch of what was coming.
"Yeah. Something is wrong. Remember what I said when I agreed to join you?" He prayed to god they did.
"You said you weren't really a fun guy and that you could..." Sara realized were this was headed and Wendy got confirmation.
Vincent nodded "I'm leaving you."
Sara couldn't believe what she was hearing "Why? Why do you want to leave us?" The tone of her voice and her pleading eyes forced Vincent to look away. This was what he hated about farewells. Always unwanted feelings. This was why he didn't want to join them in the first place.
"It's not you. Neither of you. I have personal matters I must tend to. And I can't have any of you with me." It was indeed true
"But we can help!"
He shook his head at Sara. God he hated moments like these. "You will only be in the way."
"No, I promise! You won't even know I'm there."
"Then why come with me at all? Sara, listen to me. I don't want you with me. Accept it." He reached for his pack and threw it over his shoulder. As he stood upright again, he found Sara wrapping her arms around him.
He looked over at Wendy who stood with her back facing him. Vincent fought the urge to return the deep hug but instead he folded his hands into fists and kept his arms straight at his sides.
"Good bye." He broke free from Sara and turned his back on her, walking away from them both, and heading for a journey on his own. A journey that was not about collecting badges. But still, a journey where the power of Pokémon was needed. And Vincent where to find that power. He did not know how. Only that he had to.
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Pidgeys and Spearows watched as a dark figure ran below. It furiously ran between trees, jumped over fallen logs and through pusses of water as it constantly looked over its shoulder into the darkness of the night. The fear inside it made it run faster then it ever had before. At least it felt like it. It reached a stone wall and quickly turned around and listened. Nothing could be heard. And that was what worried the Scyther.
Because when it had started running, it hadn't heard anything. Everything went dead silent. That was when the bug had taken off with all the speed that a Scyther was capable off.
It stood, listened and never saw the blow coming. Something came out of the bushes beside it and knocked it on the side of its green head with just enough power to make the bug stumble. But just as fast as it went down, it got up again and took sight of a dark conture moving in front of him. It charged forward and followed the running figure. The Scyther jumped and used it's wings to get a little extra thrust to sink it's razor sharp claws into the back of the running figure. Scyther slashed down and felt the impact. The impact of wood. The Scyther's meant to be victim had jumped up and kicked away from the tree and gotten out of the way from the scythes.
The bug type looked up and saw the dark figure sailing above him, casually dropping something onto its head.
The Ball did its work and sucked Scyther in. It jiggled a couple of times and then stopped.
The dark figure stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight. It was a man. A man with a pair of loose khaki pants and a ball belt around his waist, holding the pants up. He had neither shoes, socks nor a shirt on. Only large bands around his ankles and wrists. His sun bleeched hair looked like gold in the moonlight. The man bent down and picked up the ball, looking to his right at the Pokémon who had dealt the blow on Scyther's head.
"Marowak. We're done."
A metre tall Marowak came out of the bushes, holding it's large bone. And, strangely enough, the Pokémon had similar bands to those of the human.
"Let's go and get some sleep. You've definately earned it." The duo walked back in the direction they came, heading for the camp.
Vincent had been on his own for some time now. Two years to be exact. He had travelled to many places, fought many trainers and caught many Pokèmon. Slate had evolved twice and was now a fully-fledged Machamp. Vincent and Slate where no longer equals in strength, even though they shared the same training. Vincent had made his idea into reality and made weight bands for himself and his Pokémon. It made the training harder and when they took them off, the difference in speed and strength gave a large boost in both confidence and skill.
The morning came fast. Vincent slowly opened his eyes and saw the beautiful morning sun drive away the mist that had settled on the meadow in front of him. He sat perfectly still in his sleeping bag against the trunk of a tree and watched. He watched every movement in the high grass. After five minutes, he had discovered three Rattatas in the grass, four Pidgey nests, two were in the trees, and he had seen three Fearows high in the sky, seemingly rivals about territory. Last but not least, a Pinsir emerging from its bed, a hole in the ground, about twenty metres away from him.
He found it fascinating to watch these amazing creatures. And more so, in their own environment. Even after almost two years, he still thought it was as interesting as it had been in the beginning of his loneliness.
He moved, trying to avoid any attention from the Pokémon in the surroundings in front of him. Especially the Pinsir. Vincent did not want to start his day getting caught in the territory of a strong, grumpy Pinsir. He had seen what that type of Bug could do and he would rather run than wrestle the Pokémon.
When the Pinsir had strolled away, not paying much attention to Vincent, he began packing up. It went fast because the only thing that was needed to do was roll up his sleeping bag and strap it on his backpack. Vincent stood still for a moment, thinking, and then decided. He took five Pokéballs from his belt and opened them.
The shapes of the Pokémon took form and soon, they all stood before him.
Slate. Marowak. Kingler. Fearow. And Jolteon.
All of them stared at their trainer, waiting for him to speak to them.
"Ok, listen up now guys. Yesterday, Marowak and I found a new partner." He always addressed the Pokémon as his partners, his equals. Him being their master made some Pokémon become rebellious and others became frightened. He wanted them to know that he was not their owner. He was their friend, their partner.
"To be precise, we found a Scyther." None of the Pokémon said anything
"But just so you know, he tried to attack me last night in an attempt to escape." Slate took a step forward and looked at Vincent with a grim look on his face. Vincent just smiled.
"Thank you Slate but I won't need you guarding me. Fearow tried to attack me as well but we get along fine now." Slate was the one that had been with Vincent the longest and both of them did anything they could for each other.
Vincent looked over at the large bird.
"Fearow, since you haven't been around to see another partner coming in, I just wanna tell you that you don't have to worry. I am not replacing you or anything, it's just important to have a strong team. And a Scyther might be a strong ally. And, don't think that I'll be any different to Scyther than any of you." He turned to the group "I'll meet you all soon for an introduction. But for now, return."
After having placed all of the five Pokémon in his belt, he took out the last one. The one with Scyther in it. He knew he had to be careful when releasing it for the first time. Some Pokémon were not too happy about being captured. Some attacked their trainers, like Fearow had.
The worst thing that had happened to Vincent was when he had caught a very large Nidoking. When he released it, it charged right at him and caused a deep gash in his left shoulder. He still had the scar to show for it. They say you learn from your mistakes and Vincent was no exception. So nowadays, he was a little more careful.
He opened the capture ball and the energy of the green bug flowed out and materialized. It held its sharp scythes in front of its eyes as if it was blinded.
"Scyther." The Pokémon quickly opened its eyes and stood in a battle stance as it saw Vincent.
He tried to read this Pokémon just like he read people. Of course, it was suspicious, maybe afraid, and maybe angry. But the thing he had to do was gain its trust. To the amount that was possible.
Vincent held up his hands, palms facing the upset Pokémon. "Listen to me, Scyther. My name is Vincent Grey. I'm a Pokémon trainer. And yes, I am the one who caught you." He knew he took a risk when he said that.
Vincent constantly had his eyes on Scyther and saw in the large eyes that Scyther indeed was angry.
"Now, before you attack me, let me explain. I am not training Pokémon to be the best. Neither do I do it because I want to be a celebrity. My only reason is to beat a special person who has information that I need." He had let his arms drop to his sides. If Scyther wanted to attack him, it could.
"Just so you know, I don't consider myself as your master. I'm only a trainer, one who knows how to train and one who guides you in battle. I know Scythers are both amazingly fast and strong. And I also know I can make you as strong and as fast as you'll ever be. Therefore, I would be honoured if you would join my team."
Several minutes passed as Scyther actually considered working along with Vincent. He had thought it would give him another scar and then run off like that Nidoking had. But this Scyther actually thought it over.
After a while, the Scyther looked into Vincent's eyes, stood up straight, let the deadly scythes drop to its sides and silently nodded.
It was moments like these when Vincent really enjoyed what he was doing. "Thank you Scyther. I promise you won't regret this."
Scyther snorted and looked away.
(A long way to go on this one.)
"Then may I introduce you to the rest of the group." Vincent said as he released his companions.
Introducing Pokémon to one another was always the same. The one joining the group always felt out of place and could either be trying to be intimidating or submissive. Scyther was no surprise. Trying to intimidate five other Pokémon, three of them larger than Scyther itself were a dead race.
(Attitude. I like that.)
Vincent motioned for Jolteon to come over to him, between Scyther and the others. The Electric Pokémon swiftly leaped over to its trainers side.
"Scyther, take a look at this." He pointed at the bands around Jolteon's feet and ripped one off, handing it to Scyther. The bug accepted the black band on the broad sides of the large claws. The band was indeed heavy and Vincent saw in Scyther's surprised face that the bug agreed.
"That is a weight band. You will wear it at all times, except for battles where it is not allowed. We'll see how heavy you can handle and as you get stronger, we increase the weight. You will travel along with me and the others walking to our next destination. And as I said before, I am your partner. Look, I wear the weights too." Vincent stood himself up.
"Everyone. Just so you know, you will be battling today. Yes, you too Scyther. We will be fighting a tournament on a beach so be prepared of sand and water. That means we will most likely face Water Pokémon. The tournament is only a couple of hours away so right after I have given Scyther some weights we are off."
All of Vincent's allies took off on their own. They had been through this before and knew how the game was to be played. They walked or, in Fearows case, flew to the target and just before the battle, Vincent recalled them. The advantage of bringing out a Pokémon that surprised the opponent could often be an important factor determining whether you win or loose.
Usually, Vincent gave the new Pokémon weights at two kilos. But then again, that was unevolved Pokémon like Eevee, Spearow and Krabby. In fact, all of his Pokémon had been young when he caught them. But here he was, with an adult Scyther.
He decided to see what Scyther thought about the two-kilo weights.
He attached them around the bug's legs and at the base of the scythes. That way, it would constantly be reminded of the weights presence.
"Okay Scyther. You'll start with those weights and you can tell me tonight if you wanna change." Scyther just looked at him with that I-must-look- stupid-as-hell-look.
"Oh, and one more thing. I'm gonna see what you can do at the tournament. But for the real strong opponents, I'll use one of the others. I hope you understand." Scyther waved his claw at Vincent and looked away. Like he cared.
Vincent took his fingers to his mouth and whistled loudly. Slate and Kingler had stayed behind and just waited for Vincent to get ready. Jolteon appeared out of a shrubbery and Fearow dove down from the skies. The giant bird had only been with Vincent for two months but she had adjusted well to both Vincent's way of training and the weights around the base of it's wings and around it's legs. Heck, all his Pokémon had adjusted well. Even Kingler, who had problems walking on land at the same speed as the others, had tried it's best and was now coping very well.
He hoped Scyther would be the same.
After having walked for two and a half hours, Vincent could feel the scent of sea salt and hear the familiar sound of small waves hitting the beach and slowly returning back to the sea.
(That so easy things can make you happy. It's quite strange really.) It was difficult to find a word for the passion Vincent had for the sea and the beaches surrounding it. Love was a far to strong word that Vincent tried to avoid at all costs. Like was a word that just wasn't strong enough. It was such things Vincent thought about at night. His own feelings towards things.
But this was no time to think about things like that. It was time to battle. He stopped walking and pulled out his Pokéballs. "Okay everyone. Get ready for fighting when you come out."
Vincent looked down at the royal crab at his right. "Don't worry Kingler. After the battles, you can get a long, nice swim in the sea. I promise."
After having recalled all of his partners and secured them in his belt, Vincent looked himself over in a puddle of water. His hair had grown longer but the bath in a lake right before Scythers capture had given him the much needed opportunity to freshen up.
(Clean? Yes. Presentable? Maybe not.) But in his present state, he might even intimidate some of his opponents. Always an advantage.
Vincent Grey walked on for a while and when he cut through a thick line of palm trees, he set his bare foot down in hot, white sand. In front of him lay the wide, blue sea in all its might.
He looked to his right and could clearly see the large battlefield marked out with white spray paint. Above it stood a booth with the sign "Registration".
Vincent headed for the booth and the people who had gathered around it.
First things first. I'm sorry this took such a long time to finish. I guess I'm just lazy. Make a lonely Swede happy and click that beautiful button ;) / Yorun
A Grey life Chapter 10: The Breaking
You should know these things before reading my story
" " people speaking
( ) a person's thoughts
The morning sun was both welcome and dreaded.
After having walked around the forest the entire night occupied with his own mind, he needed the warmth.
But, as the morning came, he knew he had to tell the girls. The thing that had kept him from going to sleep was to figure out a way in which he would tell them. He had tried to push those thoughts away with training strategies and Pokémon types he would search for. Without success.
(Get it over with.)
"Sara. Wendy. Get up." He stood outside of the tent, ready to say the words he so carefully had chosen during the night.
Both of the girls awoke the instant he spoke. All three of them did that now. After sleeping in the wild the time they had, they were always on edge.
"Vincent?" Sara said groggily
"Get out here. I need to talk to you both."
It didn't take long before the girls were out of the tent. Wendy in her jammies and Sara in hers. Which really just were sweatpants and a large T- shirt.
"What is it? Is something wrong?" Sara was the clueless one. Wendy had a hunch of what was coming.
"Yeah. Something is wrong. Remember what I said when I agreed to join you?" He prayed to god they did.
"You said you weren't really a fun guy and that you could..." Sara realized were this was headed and Wendy got confirmation.
Vincent nodded "I'm leaving you."
Sara couldn't believe what she was hearing "Why? Why do you want to leave us?" The tone of her voice and her pleading eyes forced Vincent to look away. This was what he hated about farewells. Always unwanted feelings. This was why he didn't want to join them in the first place.
"It's not you. Neither of you. I have personal matters I must tend to. And I can't have any of you with me." It was indeed true
"But we can help!"
He shook his head at Sara. God he hated moments like these. "You will only be in the way."
"No, I promise! You won't even know I'm there."
"Then why come with me at all? Sara, listen to me. I don't want you with me. Accept it." He reached for his pack and threw it over his shoulder. As he stood upright again, he found Sara wrapping her arms around him.
He looked over at Wendy who stood with her back facing him. Vincent fought the urge to return the deep hug but instead he folded his hands into fists and kept his arms straight at his sides.
"Good bye." He broke free from Sara and turned his back on her, walking away from them both, and heading for a journey on his own. A journey that was not about collecting badges. But still, a journey where the power of Pokémon was needed. And Vincent where to find that power. He did not know how. Only that he had to.
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Pidgeys and Spearows watched as a dark figure ran below. It furiously ran between trees, jumped over fallen logs and through pusses of water as it constantly looked over its shoulder into the darkness of the night. The fear inside it made it run faster then it ever had before. At least it felt like it. It reached a stone wall and quickly turned around and listened. Nothing could be heard. And that was what worried the Scyther.
Because when it had started running, it hadn't heard anything. Everything went dead silent. That was when the bug had taken off with all the speed that a Scyther was capable off.
It stood, listened and never saw the blow coming. Something came out of the bushes beside it and knocked it on the side of its green head with just enough power to make the bug stumble. But just as fast as it went down, it got up again and took sight of a dark conture moving in front of him. It charged forward and followed the running figure. The Scyther jumped and used it's wings to get a little extra thrust to sink it's razor sharp claws into the back of the running figure. Scyther slashed down and felt the impact. The impact of wood. The Scyther's meant to be victim had jumped up and kicked away from the tree and gotten out of the way from the scythes.
The bug type looked up and saw the dark figure sailing above him, casually dropping something onto its head.
The Ball did its work and sucked Scyther in. It jiggled a couple of times and then stopped.
The dark figure stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight. It was a man. A man with a pair of loose khaki pants and a ball belt around his waist, holding the pants up. He had neither shoes, socks nor a shirt on. Only large bands around his ankles and wrists. His sun bleeched hair looked like gold in the moonlight. The man bent down and picked up the ball, looking to his right at the Pokémon who had dealt the blow on Scyther's head.
"Marowak. We're done."
A metre tall Marowak came out of the bushes, holding it's large bone. And, strangely enough, the Pokémon had similar bands to those of the human.
"Let's go and get some sleep. You've definately earned it." The duo walked back in the direction they came, heading for the camp.
Vincent had been on his own for some time now. Two years to be exact. He had travelled to many places, fought many trainers and caught many Pokèmon. Slate had evolved twice and was now a fully-fledged Machamp. Vincent and Slate where no longer equals in strength, even though they shared the same training. Vincent had made his idea into reality and made weight bands for himself and his Pokémon. It made the training harder and when they took them off, the difference in speed and strength gave a large boost in both confidence and skill.
The morning came fast. Vincent slowly opened his eyes and saw the beautiful morning sun drive away the mist that had settled on the meadow in front of him. He sat perfectly still in his sleeping bag against the trunk of a tree and watched. He watched every movement in the high grass. After five minutes, he had discovered three Rattatas in the grass, four Pidgey nests, two were in the trees, and he had seen three Fearows high in the sky, seemingly rivals about territory. Last but not least, a Pinsir emerging from its bed, a hole in the ground, about twenty metres away from him.
He found it fascinating to watch these amazing creatures. And more so, in their own environment. Even after almost two years, he still thought it was as interesting as it had been in the beginning of his loneliness.
He moved, trying to avoid any attention from the Pokémon in the surroundings in front of him. Especially the Pinsir. Vincent did not want to start his day getting caught in the territory of a strong, grumpy Pinsir. He had seen what that type of Bug could do and he would rather run than wrestle the Pokémon.
When the Pinsir had strolled away, not paying much attention to Vincent, he began packing up. It went fast because the only thing that was needed to do was roll up his sleeping bag and strap it on his backpack. Vincent stood still for a moment, thinking, and then decided. He took five Pokéballs from his belt and opened them.
The shapes of the Pokémon took form and soon, they all stood before him.
Slate. Marowak. Kingler. Fearow. And Jolteon.
All of them stared at their trainer, waiting for him to speak to them.
"Ok, listen up now guys. Yesterday, Marowak and I found a new partner." He always addressed the Pokémon as his partners, his equals. Him being their master made some Pokémon become rebellious and others became frightened. He wanted them to know that he was not their owner. He was their friend, their partner.
"To be precise, we found a Scyther." None of the Pokémon said anything
"But just so you know, he tried to attack me last night in an attempt to escape." Slate took a step forward and looked at Vincent with a grim look on his face. Vincent just smiled.
"Thank you Slate but I won't need you guarding me. Fearow tried to attack me as well but we get along fine now." Slate was the one that had been with Vincent the longest and both of them did anything they could for each other.
Vincent looked over at the large bird.
"Fearow, since you haven't been around to see another partner coming in, I just wanna tell you that you don't have to worry. I am not replacing you or anything, it's just important to have a strong team. And a Scyther might be a strong ally. And, don't think that I'll be any different to Scyther than any of you." He turned to the group "I'll meet you all soon for an introduction. But for now, return."
After having placed all of the five Pokémon in his belt, he took out the last one. The one with Scyther in it. He knew he had to be careful when releasing it for the first time. Some Pokémon were not too happy about being captured. Some attacked their trainers, like Fearow had.
The worst thing that had happened to Vincent was when he had caught a very large Nidoking. When he released it, it charged right at him and caused a deep gash in his left shoulder. He still had the scar to show for it. They say you learn from your mistakes and Vincent was no exception. So nowadays, he was a little more careful.
He opened the capture ball and the energy of the green bug flowed out and materialized. It held its sharp scythes in front of its eyes as if it was blinded.
"Scyther." The Pokémon quickly opened its eyes and stood in a battle stance as it saw Vincent.
He tried to read this Pokémon just like he read people. Of course, it was suspicious, maybe afraid, and maybe angry. But the thing he had to do was gain its trust. To the amount that was possible.
Vincent held up his hands, palms facing the upset Pokémon. "Listen to me, Scyther. My name is Vincent Grey. I'm a Pokémon trainer. And yes, I am the one who caught you." He knew he took a risk when he said that.
Vincent constantly had his eyes on Scyther and saw in the large eyes that Scyther indeed was angry.
"Now, before you attack me, let me explain. I am not training Pokémon to be the best. Neither do I do it because I want to be a celebrity. My only reason is to beat a special person who has information that I need." He had let his arms drop to his sides. If Scyther wanted to attack him, it could.
"Just so you know, I don't consider myself as your master. I'm only a trainer, one who knows how to train and one who guides you in battle. I know Scythers are both amazingly fast and strong. And I also know I can make you as strong and as fast as you'll ever be. Therefore, I would be honoured if you would join my team."
Several minutes passed as Scyther actually considered working along with Vincent. He had thought it would give him another scar and then run off like that Nidoking had. But this Scyther actually thought it over.
After a while, the Scyther looked into Vincent's eyes, stood up straight, let the deadly scythes drop to its sides and silently nodded.
It was moments like these when Vincent really enjoyed what he was doing. "Thank you Scyther. I promise you won't regret this."
Scyther snorted and looked away.
(A long way to go on this one.)
"Then may I introduce you to the rest of the group." Vincent said as he released his companions.
Introducing Pokémon to one another was always the same. The one joining the group always felt out of place and could either be trying to be intimidating or submissive. Scyther was no surprise. Trying to intimidate five other Pokémon, three of them larger than Scyther itself were a dead race.
(Attitude. I like that.)
Vincent motioned for Jolteon to come over to him, between Scyther and the others. The Electric Pokémon swiftly leaped over to its trainers side.
"Scyther, take a look at this." He pointed at the bands around Jolteon's feet and ripped one off, handing it to Scyther. The bug accepted the black band on the broad sides of the large claws. The band was indeed heavy and Vincent saw in Scyther's surprised face that the bug agreed.
"That is a weight band. You will wear it at all times, except for battles where it is not allowed. We'll see how heavy you can handle and as you get stronger, we increase the weight. You will travel along with me and the others walking to our next destination. And as I said before, I am your partner. Look, I wear the weights too." Vincent stood himself up.
"Everyone. Just so you know, you will be battling today. Yes, you too Scyther. We will be fighting a tournament on a beach so be prepared of sand and water. That means we will most likely face Water Pokémon. The tournament is only a couple of hours away so right after I have given Scyther some weights we are off."
All of Vincent's allies took off on their own. They had been through this before and knew how the game was to be played. They walked or, in Fearows case, flew to the target and just before the battle, Vincent recalled them. The advantage of bringing out a Pokémon that surprised the opponent could often be an important factor determining whether you win or loose.
Usually, Vincent gave the new Pokémon weights at two kilos. But then again, that was unevolved Pokémon like Eevee, Spearow and Krabby. In fact, all of his Pokémon had been young when he caught them. But here he was, with an adult Scyther.
He decided to see what Scyther thought about the two-kilo weights.
He attached them around the bug's legs and at the base of the scythes. That way, it would constantly be reminded of the weights presence.
"Okay Scyther. You'll start with those weights and you can tell me tonight if you wanna change." Scyther just looked at him with that I-must-look- stupid-as-hell-look.
"Oh, and one more thing. I'm gonna see what you can do at the tournament. But for the real strong opponents, I'll use one of the others. I hope you understand." Scyther waved his claw at Vincent and looked away. Like he cared.
Vincent took his fingers to his mouth and whistled loudly. Slate and Kingler had stayed behind and just waited for Vincent to get ready. Jolteon appeared out of a shrubbery and Fearow dove down from the skies. The giant bird had only been with Vincent for two months but she had adjusted well to both Vincent's way of training and the weights around the base of it's wings and around it's legs. Heck, all his Pokémon had adjusted well. Even Kingler, who had problems walking on land at the same speed as the others, had tried it's best and was now coping very well.
He hoped Scyther would be the same.
After having walked for two and a half hours, Vincent could feel the scent of sea salt and hear the familiar sound of small waves hitting the beach and slowly returning back to the sea.
(That so easy things can make you happy. It's quite strange really.) It was difficult to find a word for the passion Vincent had for the sea and the beaches surrounding it. Love was a far to strong word that Vincent tried to avoid at all costs. Like was a word that just wasn't strong enough. It was such things Vincent thought about at night. His own feelings towards things.
But this was no time to think about things like that. It was time to battle. He stopped walking and pulled out his Pokéballs. "Okay everyone. Get ready for fighting when you come out."
Vincent looked down at the royal crab at his right. "Don't worry Kingler. After the battles, you can get a long, nice swim in the sea. I promise."
After having recalled all of his partners and secured them in his belt, Vincent looked himself over in a puddle of water. His hair had grown longer but the bath in a lake right before Scythers capture had given him the much needed opportunity to freshen up.
(Clean? Yes. Presentable? Maybe not.) But in his present state, he might even intimidate some of his opponents. Always an advantage.
Vincent Grey walked on for a while and when he cut through a thick line of palm trees, he set his bare foot down in hot, white sand. In front of him lay the wide, blue sea in all its might.
He looked to his right and could clearly see the large battlefield marked out with white spray paint. Above it stood a booth with the sign "Registration".
Vincent headed for the booth and the people who had gathered around it.
First things first. I'm sorry this took such a long time to finish. I guess I'm just lazy. Make a lonely Swede happy and click that beautiful button ;) / Yorun