Post by Henry Hunter on May 19, 2011 0:47:47 GMT -5
"We're a couple of minutes out, Mr Hunter" the pilot called from the cockpit, the white-haired man nodding from his seat as the older waterplane raced through the skys towards Pokemon Academy. Henry Hunter Snr. glanced across at his son, half-asleep on the other seat.
"Junior. Wake up" the man said, uncerimonously kicking his offspring in the leg. Jr. stirred and pushed his fedora up, revealing his drowsy eyes and grimacing when he looked out the window.
"We're not even there yet, are we?" he groaned, Hunter Snr. ignoring the backsass tone.
"We'll be arriving in just a moment, but we need to handle something first. Hand it over" Mr Hunter demanded, Junior looking up and frowning.
"Hand what over?"
"You know very well what"
"I don't know what you're talking about"
"Junior, we discussed this. You're better off without it... now hand it over or am I going to have to beat you down to take it?" he said firmly, Henry sighing and fiddling around under his seat to reveal the silverly-grey shape of his Aerodaytcl-talon grappler, pratically his best friend in the whole world. Being asked to leave it behind felt as right as being asked to lop off his manhood and leave THAT behind. He almost tried to tug it back when his father grabbed the other hand, but eventually relented with a quiet ".... fine...."
"That's better... the best way to learn how to survive without it is not to have it" Mr Hunter smirked a bit, putting the grappler out of sight much to Henry's dismay. The younger Hunter glared at the window a bit as they came in to land, skimming the ocean's surface as the plane's buyoant 'feet' hit the water and they began to slow down.
"So, I guess I'm swimming?" Henry grumbled when he saw the fair distance to shore, Hunter Snr. smirking behind him.
"Not exactly...."
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Hunter Snr's Aeroydaytcl screeched loudly as it, rather roughly dumped Henry in front of the Labratory building/s, dirtying his already rather roughed up clothing that had seen many adventures.
"Outstanding... keep the old man out of trouble for me" Henry called as the prehistoric terror screeched and flew up once more, going after the small white plane dissappearing into the distance. Smirking, Henry reached for his belt where his spare grappler had been placed... only to find it missing.
His father had snatched it during that goodbye hug he'd insisted on.
Grumbling a few colourful words at this turn of events Henry lowered his fedora over his eyes slightly once again and pushed his way into the Labratory area, the first step in his newest adventure....
"Junior. Wake up" the man said, uncerimonously kicking his offspring in the leg. Jr. stirred and pushed his fedora up, revealing his drowsy eyes and grimacing when he looked out the window.
"We're not even there yet, are we?" he groaned, Hunter Snr. ignoring the backsass tone.
"We'll be arriving in just a moment, but we need to handle something first. Hand it over" Mr Hunter demanded, Junior looking up and frowning.
"Hand what over?"
"You know very well what"
"I don't know what you're talking about"
"Junior, we discussed this. You're better off without it... now hand it over or am I going to have to beat you down to take it?" he said firmly, Henry sighing and fiddling around under his seat to reveal the silverly-grey shape of his Aerodaytcl-talon grappler, pratically his best friend in the whole world. Being asked to leave it behind felt as right as being asked to lop off his manhood and leave THAT behind. He almost tried to tug it back when his father grabbed the other hand, but eventually relented with a quiet ".... fine...."
"That's better... the best way to learn how to survive without it is not to have it" Mr Hunter smirked a bit, putting the grappler out of sight much to Henry's dismay. The younger Hunter glared at the window a bit as they came in to land, skimming the ocean's surface as the plane's buyoant 'feet' hit the water and they began to slow down.
"So, I guess I'm swimming?" Henry grumbled when he saw the fair distance to shore, Hunter Snr. smirking behind him.
"Not exactly...."
**********************
Hunter Snr's Aeroydaytcl screeched loudly as it, rather roughly dumped Henry in front of the Labratory building/s, dirtying his already rather roughed up clothing that had seen many adventures.
"Outstanding... keep the old man out of trouble for me" Henry called as the prehistoric terror screeched and flew up once more, going after the small white plane dissappearing into the distance. Smirking, Henry reached for his belt where his spare grappler had been placed... only to find it missing.
His father had snatched it during that goodbye hug he'd insisted on.
Grumbling a few colourful words at this turn of events Henry lowered his fedora over his eyes slightly once again and pushed his way into the Labratory area, the first step in his newest adventure....
