A Distant Memory - [EXTRAVAGANZA 2020]
Feb 14, 2020 22:20:02 GMT
Post by Cavespider_17 on Feb 14, 2020 22:20:02 GMT
This is an Extravaganza piece for
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Prompt: Guzma and Kahili doing their Island Challenge at the same time. How their interactions are like?
Summary: Kahali and Guzma are on the final stretch of their island challenge, after Guzma falls over racing to the end, Kahali and Guzma take a five-minute break under the tree in the Canyon.
The sand swept canyon let the sun light scorch the ground below the feet of the two trainers rushing along the open-ended path. No twists or turns. The tree at the end of the canyon started to come into view with dusted leaves, crumpling down to the ground. The crispy flakes breaking under the feet of the Pokémon who rushed past the single tree.
The boy’s white trainers collided against the ground as his laces started to come undone. “I’m going to finish this before you, Kahili. Always one step behind!” he jeered, picking up the pace.
“Guzzy, slow down! You are going to tri-” she started, however, before she could finish the boy had started to fall. “…trip over your laces,” she finished, jogging up to him and kneeling down. She spotted a huge rip in his beige three-quarter length trousers, and a cut on his leg. She looked up, eyeing the tree. “Hey, Guzzy, let’s take five.” She grabbed his hand, dragging him along as he struggled to steady himself back onto his feet.
“Thanks, Kahili,” he said as she dumped him down under the tree. “Ow that hurt!” he blurted out, as he flinched, his eyes gazed up at the little spray bottle in her hand. The clear and white plastic with the orange nib made him feel undervalued and underappreciated. “I am not a Yungoos! I guess I am not ready for this, for the first time I feel a little…off balance.”
“Yeah, but you also aren’t a Grimer. If that gets infected, they will have to cut your whole leg off. It is okay to feel a little nervous; I know this means a lot to you.” She stuck her tongue out at him, wiggling her fingers as she mentioned ‘Grimer’.
“No, they won’t; come on I am not five,” he chuckled, looking up at the sky, the little white cloud specs drifting along the blue sea, surrounded by the blaring sunlight. “You know… it is nice out here. My parents would kill me if they found out I’d done this, gotten this far.” Guzma puffed up his white hair, looking back at Kahili.
“You mean you never told them?” she asked, crossing her legs as she shuffled back under the tree, hiding under the shade of the leaves. “What are you, a Wimpod?”
Guzma looked back at her as a smile came across his face, she couldn’t help but start to smile back and the two started to laugh together. “Things are tough at home,” he said, letting his laughter trail off, holding his knees. “My parents don’t want me to spread my wings I guess, and well, I’ve been following the ideals of the Kahuna to the letter. I want to be an island captain someday.” He turned to the side and sighed.
A roar echoed from up ahead, making the two turn to face the narrow path. The sound carried through the canyon back into the over pass. The echo chamber made Guzma consider the fact the whole island could hear them scream if something went wrong. Dust fell from some of the rocks as the roar brushed past them.
“Do you think that was Kukui?” she asked, stretching her legs out and crossing her right foot over her left angle, resting her palms down against the dried up grass that was scattered amongst the dirt under the tree.
Guzma smirked. “You think he can roar like that?” he said, getting a thump on the arm. “Heh, ow. It’s a Kommo-o, Kommo-o are pretty strong.”
“You scared, Guzzy?” Kahili mocked, elbowing him.
“Hey, stop that,” he said. “Golisopod and I can handle this.” He stood up and limped forward a little, making his way towards the arch.
Kahili watched him as another trainer rushed past him terrified of the Kommo-o within, knocking him back over. “Hey, Guzzy,” Kahili said, coming over to him. “Here,” she added, taking a necklace off with a bright blue gem inside. “For luck.”
“Thanks, Kahili,” he replied, taking the dawn stone and hanging it around his own neck. “We can do this.”
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Prompt: Guzma and Kahili doing their Island Challenge at the same time. How their interactions are like?
Summary: Kahali and Guzma are on the final stretch of their island challenge, after Guzma falls over racing to the end, Kahali and Guzma take a five-minute break under the tree in the Canyon.
A Distant Memory
The sand swept canyon let the sun light scorch the ground below the feet of the two trainers rushing along the open-ended path. No twists or turns. The tree at the end of the canyon started to come into view with dusted leaves, crumpling down to the ground. The crispy flakes breaking under the feet of the Pokémon who rushed past the single tree.
The boy’s white trainers collided against the ground as his laces started to come undone. “I’m going to finish this before you, Kahili. Always one step behind!” he jeered, picking up the pace.
“Guzzy, slow down! You are going to tri-” she started, however, before she could finish the boy had started to fall. “…trip over your laces,” she finished, jogging up to him and kneeling down. She spotted a huge rip in his beige three-quarter length trousers, and a cut on his leg. She looked up, eyeing the tree. “Hey, Guzzy, let’s take five.” She grabbed his hand, dragging him along as he struggled to steady himself back onto his feet.
“Thanks, Kahili,” he said as she dumped him down under the tree. “Ow that hurt!” he blurted out, as he flinched, his eyes gazed up at the little spray bottle in her hand. The clear and white plastic with the orange nib made him feel undervalued and underappreciated. “I am not a Yungoos! I guess I am not ready for this, for the first time I feel a little…off balance.”
“Yeah, but you also aren’t a Grimer. If that gets infected, they will have to cut your whole leg off. It is okay to feel a little nervous; I know this means a lot to you.” She stuck her tongue out at him, wiggling her fingers as she mentioned ‘Grimer’.
“No, they won’t; come on I am not five,” he chuckled, looking up at the sky, the little white cloud specs drifting along the blue sea, surrounded by the blaring sunlight. “You know… it is nice out here. My parents would kill me if they found out I’d done this, gotten this far.” Guzma puffed up his white hair, looking back at Kahili.
“You mean you never told them?” she asked, crossing her legs as she shuffled back under the tree, hiding under the shade of the leaves. “What are you, a Wimpod?”
Guzma looked back at her as a smile came across his face, she couldn’t help but start to smile back and the two started to laugh together. “Things are tough at home,” he said, letting his laughter trail off, holding his knees. “My parents don’t want me to spread my wings I guess, and well, I’ve been following the ideals of the Kahuna to the letter. I want to be an island captain someday.” He turned to the side and sighed.
A roar echoed from up ahead, making the two turn to face the narrow path. The sound carried through the canyon back into the over pass. The echo chamber made Guzma consider the fact the whole island could hear them scream if something went wrong. Dust fell from some of the rocks as the roar brushed past them.
“Do you think that was Kukui?” she asked, stretching her legs out and crossing her right foot over her left angle, resting her palms down against the dried up grass that was scattered amongst the dirt under the tree.
Guzma smirked. “You think he can roar like that?” he said, getting a thump on the arm. “Heh, ow. It’s a Kommo-o, Kommo-o are pretty strong.”
“You scared, Guzzy?” Kahili mocked, elbowing him.
“Hey, stop that,” he said. “Golisopod and I can handle this.” He stood up and limped forward a little, making his way towards the arch.
Kahili watched him as another trainer rushed past him terrified of the Kommo-o within, knocking him back over. “Hey, Guzzy,” Kahili said, coming over to him. “Here,” she added, taking a necklace off with a bright blue gem inside. “For luck.”
“Thanks, Kahili,” he replied, taking the dawn stone and hanging it around his own neck. “We can do this.”
