Snippet #2244128

Troka laid on the back on his faithful Pokemon Afterburn with his stomach down as he wrapped his arms around the teal pokemon's neck. He wore normal clothes and looked quite calm as if he was riding a ponyta but just the same he sped near to 50mph over then ocean as Slateport came into view. As the land under him started to form he gave two small taps, telling his Pokemon to lower. Afterburn complied and got to about five feet off the ground as he jumped and quickly returned the legendary before it was noticed.

He concealed himself by acting as if he was just walking out of a house as he dusted himself off. He liked to keep himself in somewhat presentable form whenever he was dealing with others his own level of skill. It bothered him whenever he looked like he had just been in oblivion for three days while the opponent was dressed in a steamed tuxedo.

As he strolled through the crowd a Pokeball popped open and Bucky appeared on his shoulder with a cheer. "You're not supposed to come out unless I say so." he said with a chuckle as he rubbed the Pokemon's small head. He really treated him like a baby even though he was fairly strong and could handle his own in most situations. The thought pondered in his head as he approached the harbor. He found a nice spot to rest and threw Gunga who growled and then fell asleep. Troka smiled then sat down and rested his head on the Pokemon's stomach as he rested his eyes and waited for his ship.