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Ghosts and Pancakes; The bottom one is always dry...
Topic Started: Oct 23 2007, 08:43 AM (101 Views)
Nocturne
Pidgey
Dusty Nocturne turned onto his side during the night. He'd left home around a month ago to head for Little Hillmoss. After what felt like an eternity, his Aunt Emily had been waiting at the dock to bring him there. Why had he decided to come here of all places? His home had plenty of Pokemon around to play at being a trainer with; his family's name was known there too. They had gotten good prices at the local PokeMart too. But Dusty had decided to come to the mainland.

The day he'd left home to head to Little Hillmoss had been a hard one. He didn't so much miss his family as he did Tara. Her brown hair was luxurious, and the tan streaks made it all the more appealing. It felt like cool silk during the summer nights they had shared a bed, and the heady scent of her lavender shampoo had filled his nose. Tara hadn't been able to come though.

Apparently the mainland required foreign Pokemon to receive certain vaccinations before a trainer was allowed to bring them, and it had been too late for Dusty to arrange for the shots before he left. So Tara was at home, but he intended to get the money to have the eevee inoculated and sent later. Aunt Emily thought Dusty was a bit too soft-hearted when she caught him crying over Tara's absence, but she wasn't a breeder. Dusty had raised Tara.

The Nocturnes, Dusty's parents, were breeders back on Phaldan. They had been lucky enough to get a pair of eevees a few years before, while Dusty had chosen to remain with them (instead of becoming a trainer then) to learn the ins and outs of the trade. Tara had been one of the offspring of the two eevees. Dusty had taken an immediate shine to her when they met, the hair on her tail was a different pattern from the standard pattern of her parents. The tan part of her tail was spiraled and streaked throughout the brown instead of being collected into a plain ring. She had been Dusty's constant companion from then on.

But she was back in Phaldan. Dusty shuddered in his sleep, and drew the sheets closer to himself. It was a great deal warmer in Hillmoss than at home, but the bed seemed cold without the familiar weight curled up beside his head. The nights had passed slowly since he had left, but that would change in the morning. At long last, he was going to start his journey as a trainer.

It had taken seven years to learn all his parents had wanted to teach him...and to convince them to even let him go. At twenty-one, Dusty felt a bit embarrassed by the idea of starting so late, but his mother had told him about how his father hadn't started until he was twenty-two. Roger Nocturne had blushed at the memory, but he had confirmed it nonetheless. He had been dating, courting, marrying, and mating with Dusty's mother, Felicity, over the years instead of training. When Dusty was born, Felicity had told her husband to go out and live his dream as long as he remembered to come back. Roger had been gone six months, and when he returned they had started their business. The rest was history.

Aunt Emily was happy to have Dusty at her house for so long. It was rare any of the Nocturnes actually left Phaldan Island nowadays. Breeding was a full-time job. They had to screen for genetic illness, make sure the Pokemon received proper nutrition, keep them healthy in general, and spend time interacting with them all to make sure they each received the attention they deserved. It wasnt the sort of job that a temp could be hired to do, while the breeder ran down to spend a week or so with kin. Aunt Emily had typically restricted her visits to holidays, and Dustys birthday. When Dusty had stayed at home the first time, instead of venturing out to become a trainer, Aunt Emily had felt betrayed. But he was there now, and all was forgiven.

The morning sun began to peek over the horizon. Outside Dustys window, several Pidgey stirred from their rest in a nearby tree. They took flight in a great rush, leaving their perch shaking from the force of their launch. Dusty turned over again, but finally met the edge of his bed. A dull thud could be heard below Dustys room as he hit the floor.

Sonuva, Dusty muttered.

Dusty shook his head like a wet dog shaking off rain water, the shock of white hair gleaming despite the sparse light. A few snuffles and a further attempt to kill him by the bed sheets soon found the young man showering. Steam curled out from behind the curtain, slowly staining and making it harder to use. Downstairs pots and pans clanked as Dustys aunt began to cook some form of breakfast. She made sure Dusty ate well as long as he was in her home. Some days it seemed she was trying to make up for all the times Dusty had cooked when she was visiting, but other days Dusty wondered if she had taken up cannibalism on the side.

Dusty, hurry up or youll be late! shouted Aunt Emily.

With a sigh, Dusty turned the knobs on the shower wall. The water slacked off like a stream of urine running out of pressure behind it until it finally stopped. Water dripped to the mat as Dusty shook his hair again. Aunt Emily hated it when he did that, but had stopped complaining when he cleaned it up himself. Years of helping his parents had made traditional drying a thing of the past, and none of them really paused to towel off. Dusty had re-learned to dry himself over the month, but he let his hair drip dry as he wiped the mirror clear of steam.

A gaunt face stared back out at Dusty, with skin that almost matched his hair. Phaladan Island was very cold by comparison to Hillmoss, so Dustys skin had rarely seen the sun. The cold had strengthened his skin at the same time it had carved out his features though. Some of the locals had thought Dusty was a ghost when they first saw him, but the open smile he greeted them with had dispelled the idea rapidly. Of course, many of them thought he was an idiot because he kept running into walls when he got lost in thought, but at least he was a likeable idiot.

Pancakes. There were pancakes for breakfast. Life was, in fact, good. Dusty had thrown on a white T-shirt and some jeans before coming down for breakfast. The ghost look was compounded by the t-shirt, but Dustys darker clothing that he had arrived with just didnt work well in Hillmoss. It drew attention to him, and not a good form of attention. Looking like a cloud or ghost, on the other hand, seemed to relax people. The people there really were odd, but the overall look was fine with Dusty. It was comfortable.

The food was warm, and moist. Syrup filtered down through the layers of pancakes, but never quite reached the bottom. It always puzzled Dusty that the syrup never made it that far. The pancake above could be soaked, but the bottom one, at best, would only have a thin layer of syrup on top. It really was annoying as hell. Aunt Emily was saying something, but it really wasnt as important as solving why the syrup didnt make it. Maybe it was afraid of being crushed? No, that wouldnt make sense given it went all the way down to the second to last pancakethat and syrup wasnt sapient.

Dusty, Aunt Emily said quietly, Dusty. Come on back to the real world now. We need to talk since youre done eating.

Wha? Dusty blinked as he looked up, realizing he had finished the pancakes, even the dry one.

What are you going to do about your things?

Oh, I was going to leave some of them here so I had a second home to come back to, if that wasnt too much trouble, Aunt Emily. Im not sure when Ill get back to Phaldan.

Thats perfectly fine Dusty, I meant gear and money for your travels.

Oh! Dad wired some zenni over the other day, and I brought a few other things from home. I should be fine, dont worry. Its not like Im a little kid like most of them.

Dusty blushed for a moment at the thought. His aunt smiled at the sight, and shook her head slowly.

I know, Dusty, but youyou do tend to lose track of things rather easily.

I do not, I justummmkinda like to think about things.

You walked into the doorframe earlier, Dusty.

I really like to think about things.

Have you given any thought to what youll do when youve got the money for Tara to come?

Ill have her sent here, if thats okay.

Ill be glad to look after her for a time, but dont forget to come and get her.

I wont! By then-wait, what time is it?

A quarter til eleven.

Ive got to pack!

Dusty sprang back from the table, and hurriedly thanked his aunt as he shot back up the stairs. A beaten brown backpack, his fathers, was snatched from under his bed and quickly stuffed full of clothes, stored snacks, and other assorted goodies. Hed already put his money in one of the pockets the day before. Dusty wasnt sure which one though. The final thing Dusty grabbed was a length of rope, which he hung around his neck as he bounded back down the stairs.

Thanks again, Aunt Emily! Ill stop by occasionally, Dusty called over his shoulder as he darted out into the new day.

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Ya-huh. We;ll say you were wired 5000z, and you have the other stuff. Poketech, and Escape Rope unit with three charges (hope you realize that's not supposed to be a literal piece of rope). Nothing to be said besides that.
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