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smash_logs2011-10-25 09:52 pm
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Jon is the most fun guy to hang out with. You have no idea. (Spoilers: That was a LIE.)
Who: Jon and Riwane
What: Training and Hunting
Where: The woods in back of school
When: Futuredated to Friday the 28th in the evening
Warnings: Violence, possible language
Jon had spent the previous few weeks cramming as much Pokemon knowledge into his little brain as he could. There was a LOT to know and there was no way he was going to get everything down in such a small amount of time. And being as he wasn't a registered trainer with a license, he wasn't able to organize any actual matches for himself and Riwane either. But one thing they could do - and it was what had started this whole thing in the first place - was train together.
So, he'd left her a note to meet him in the woods out back at 5pm for training. And to come hungry. He'd brought along a backpack with a few small food items in it and two flasks of warm tea - one sweetened and milked for her, one black and strong and bitter for him. But the main bulk of their evening meal would, hopefully, be fresh caught.
He was in his wolf form, sitting high in a tree, watching for her to approach.
What: Training and Hunting
Where: The woods in back of school
When: Futuredated to Friday the 28th in the evening
Warnings: Violence, possible language
Jon had spent the previous few weeks cramming as much Pokemon knowledge into his little brain as he could. There was a LOT to know and there was no way he was going to get everything down in such a small amount of time. And being as he wasn't a registered trainer with a license, he wasn't able to organize any actual matches for himself and Riwane either. But one thing they could do - and it was what had started this whole thing in the first place - was train together.
So, he'd left her a note to meet him in the woods out back at 5pm for training. And to come hungry. He'd brought along a backpack with a few small food items in it and two flasks of warm tea - one sweetened and milked for her, one black and strong and bitter for him. But the main bulk of their evening meal would, hopefully, be fresh caught.
He was in his wolf form, sitting high in a tree, watching for her to approach.