Pigs on Parade
Apr. 22nd, 2018 01:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Finally – Light, finally – spring is here. The weather, while not Westfall warm, is tolerable. The sun is out, the streets are cleared, and that pest of a winter spirit is gone. Thank fuck for that, Lawrence thinks as he wanders down the streets of the Nexus with Tamminy at his side and a dirty little pig pokémon scuttling ahead of him.
This part of town isn't an overly-foreign urban hellscape like the inner parts, but modeled after a pleasant countryside that he would describe as Goldshire-esque. Shallow little hills, cobblestone paths and stone cottages to match, blooming flower baskets hanging from windows, and pleasant townsfolk caring for all of it. So what if the people who live here look vaguely demonic? They're harmless, he's pretty sure, so might as well let them be. It's their village, after all.
His strides are small while Tamminy walks beside him, but she's still taking two steps for every one of his. She stands on his right, as if she were tall enough to obscure the fact that Lawrence's arm abruptly ends at the elbow as a red and aggravated stump with parts of his mechanical arm's damaged dock still clinging to his flesh.
But while Tamminy and Lawrence enjoy their relatively slow pace, Lil' Buddy the swinub is antsy to run. He hurries ahead of them on tick-a-tacking little hooves, turns, grunts, runs back, and repeats the process over and over. He's full of energy, people, can't you tell? He wants to play! He wants to run! So hurry up!
This part of town isn't an overly-foreign urban hellscape like the inner parts, but modeled after a pleasant countryside that he would describe as Goldshire-esque. Shallow little hills, cobblestone paths and stone cottages to match, blooming flower baskets hanging from windows, and pleasant townsfolk caring for all of it. So what if the people who live here look vaguely demonic? They're harmless, he's pretty sure, so might as well let them be. It's their village, after all.
His strides are small while Tamminy walks beside him, but she's still taking two steps for every one of his. She stands on his right, as if she were tall enough to obscure the fact that Lawrence's arm abruptly ends at the elbow as a red and aggravated stump with parts of his mechanical arm's damaged dock still clinging to his flesh.
But while Tamminy and Lawrence enjoy their relatively slow pace, Lil' Buddy the swinub is antsy to run. He hurries ahead of them on tick-a-tacking little hooves, turns, grunts, runs back, and repeats the process over and over. He's full of energy, people, can't you tell? He wants to play! He wants to run! So hurry up!
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Date: 2018-04-22 09:50 pm (UTC)Plus, they have Tepig with them, although like Lil' Buddy, she is darting back and forth, restless and full of energy. Caspar bought a sticky bun for Adia and let her have a little piece, but otherwise this trip has been b-o-r-i-n-g. Where are the other pokémon?
Wait... who is that in the distance? Is that... is that another piggie???
In a burst of speed, she runs up to Lil' Buddy, squealing in delight. Hello! Hello, new friend! Please play with her!
"Hey, Princess, hold up," Caspar says, picking up the pace. Adia sees who she's running to first. Huh, that looks just like --
"Oh! Tamminy, Lawrence! Hello!" She waves brightly at the couple, happy to see her friends. Well, her friend and her friend's sometimes cranky boyfriend. "It's nice to run into you..."
Her smile falters when her gaze drops to Tamminy and she catches sight of Lawrence's arm. His prosthetic is missing, and not in a "I decided not to wear my prosthetic today" sort of way, but in a "someone ripped my prosthetic off" sort of way.
Caspar, ever the master of tact, looks down at the irritated stump and asks, "What happened to your arm?"
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