[The northern end of Route 34 is really one of Gorthan's favorite places lately. He simply cannot get enough of the sight of the blue sea - so much different from Xerba's red one - and of the soothing sound of the waves.
He has not checked his Gear, because he's currently sitting on a folding chair on the small beach, reading while his Gallade sits in the nearby grass. The giant bug, however, soon catches Gorthan's attention. Closing the book and leaving it on the chair, he stands and walks closer to the huge dragonfly, narrowing his eyes a bit and mumbling to himself as he inspects it.]
... compound, clearly. Expressionless, much like our low-rank soldiers... Spike-like plates, always a good deterrent... Spots, too? Assuming there are predators that...
[... and so on. Be patient, Kimblee. He'll notice you, eventually.]
[Action.]
He has not checked his Gear, because he's currently sitting on a folding chair on the small beach, reading while his Gallade sits in the nearby grass. The giant bug, however, soon catches Gorthan's attention. Closing the book and leaving it on the chair, he stands and walks closer to the huge dragonfly, narrowing his eyes a bit and mumbling to himself as he inspects it.]
... compound, clearly. Expressionless, much like our low-rank soldiers... Spike-like plates, always a good deterrent... Spots, too? Assuming there are predators that...
[... and so on. Be patient, Kimblee. He'll notice you, eventually.]